I'd been avoiding this, Jean Rollin's "final" film, for years. Final is in quotes because he actually did 1 more after this, but La nuit des horloges was written and delivered to be his last word. I had avoided it because it had gotten lukewarm reviews on that other site where people suck at reviewing films, and I didn't want my sky-high esteem of the master to be tarnished by a lukewarm finale. BOY. WAS. I. WRONG. To any true Rollin fan, to any fan of cinéma fantastique, or to any fan of deep, poetic thoughts on the nature of art, if not the nature of our own existence, this is the word. …
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