New review! The Vulture

It can be tempting to sit back and coast on the idea that these islands were world leaders in horror film production back in the 1960s. Yes, we claim, some of them are a bit funny to modern eyes (and to be fair, whither this website if they weren’t?), but in the main, they were artistically viable. Weren’t they?

Weren’t they?

And you could argue that yes, even the clunkers boast some decent film stock and directors that were trying to do something, even if that something didn’t really work.

Then you stumble across The Vulture and all that retro-fitting philosophy goes right out the window.

Because The Vulture is unashamed rubbish, from stupid opening to ridiculous end. There’s no getting around it. Someone had an idea to do a film about a half-man, half-bird, somehow got some mug to fund it, and voila.

And of course, all that isn’t to say that there’s not much to enjoy in The Vulture. Because there is.