Post by Doghouse6 on Nov 20, 2017 19:01:54 GMT
I re-watched Frenzy (1972) last week so Vivien Merchant and her cooking school delights for her poor husband are fresh in my mind.
What a memorable example, and I'm full of self-reproach for not thinking of it. The expression of resigned dread on McCowan's face is priceless. In contrast to those ghastly concoctions served by Mrs. Oxford, seeing the Inspector wolfing down his English breakfast always makes me hungry.