[Ann Drysdale]

Harry Powell rides up on his horse
To abduct John and Pearl by brute force
But Rachel defends them
And earnestly tends them
Till LOVE conquers HATE (but of course).

[Mark McDonnell]

Roger!

Rashomon, (don't know!), Thelma and Louise, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, The Birds

Ralph - Moby Dick (and cheers, just don't put brandy on the cornflakes)

Annie - yaay. Night of the Hunter! Glad you're playing. Here's one for you...

Two actors, one drunk, one much drunker
abandon the city to hunker
alone on a farm
but the locals mean harm
and an uncle proves less than avuncular.

[Ann Drysdale]

Mark, you have made me feel unusual.

[Mark McDonnell]

I think you need to go outside.

[Mark McDonnell]

A virginal Christian copper
investigates pagans improper
Their beliefs make him sick
and it all was a trick!
For the crops the cop must come a cropper.

[Matt Q]

Aha, the Wicker Man. Here's something a bit lower down the cultural scale.


Immortals who play hide and seek, all
Set out to kill off their equals.
When all’s said and done,
There can be only one.
That is, till they bring out the sequel.

[Mark McDonnell]

Highlander! Oh dear, the ripest Scottish cheese haha.

[Mark McDonnell]

An accountant for mobsters escapes
with evidence hidden on tapes
Jack must find him first
though his ulcer might burst
He swears and they get into scrapes.

[Ann Drysdale]

An old man lies dying alone
In an opulent Florida home.
He drops a glass ball
As he whispers a call
To someone (or something) unknown.

[Chris O'Carroll]

Originally Posted by Ann Drysdale

An old man lies dying alone
In an opulent Florida home.
He drops a glass ball
As he whispers a call
To someone (or something) unknown.

A silver screen phenom named Welles
Came up with some whistles and bells
That he hoped might impart
Elements of high art
To the swell stories Hollywood tells.