22.09.09
Derek Jarman, image courtesy of James Mackay This has got to be the worst ‘punk’ film ever made. Jarman couldn’t direct traffic let alone actors and a camera crew. This kicks off with the occultist John Dee summoning up an angel (i.e. some drip in ballet gear) for Elizabeth I. So then it’s off to late 1970s London to see what the future holds. The dominant ...