With it being summer and all, my movie-watching habits are now directly connected to my crushing need to escape while watching whatever it is that I’m watching. I’m not going to survive 90 degree heat and 100% humidity in my “Love Pink” short-shorts and tank top (mesh, you noisy bastards) by cueing up a double… Read More ‘When Eight Bells Toll’ (1971): Acceptable Alistair MacLean spy thriller escapism