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Ever since I read about a scout’s unfortunate end – his own ‘end’ separated in a bathtub by the fangs of Lady Sylvia Marsh (Amanda Donohoe) – in a copy of Empire magazine as a wee slip of lad (I think as part of a weird section on unfortunate ends to male genitalia in the movies), I’d always been curious about The Lair Of The White Worm (1988). Directed by Ken Russell (The Devils) as part of a three-picture deal with Vestron Pictures and adapted from a Bram Stoker novel, this is ostensibly a gothic horror tale about a pagan snake-worshipping cult, surviving in the shape of the immortal Lady Marsh who lives in a countryside mansion. Everything kicks off due to a visiting archaeologist (Peter Capaldi) unearthing a snake skull from the grounds of a bed and breakfast inn run by two sisters (Sammi Davis and Catherine Oxenberg). One of the sisters is dating Lord James d’Ampton (Hugh Grant), a foppish gent who actually has family lineage with the knights who dispatched an ancient ‘worm’ that hid in the Stonerich Cavern, a cave on top of a mountain. Ancient worm, snake cult, lady with fangs – is this all connected? All of it is rendered as bawdy camp by director-writer Russell; even though it looks like he’s shooting on a budget of a countryside UK TV drama, he splashes everything with suggestive one-liners, sacrilegious dream sequences, and flaunted sexuality with all of the saxophone-scored costume changes and nude writhing of Donohoe as Lady Marsh. Seriously, Donohoe is indominitable as the stylish, sinister villain, and the movie had the great luck of having two great leads in baby faced Capaldi and Grant early in their careers. I knew this film was about snakes but was not prepared for all of the knowing allusions and references, right from a close-up of a hose on the ground, resembling a scaly creature in its yellow colour and texture, and complemented with a slithering sound effect. Completely ridiculous, but well aware and knowing, somewhere between Hammer Horror and Coppola’s Dracula in terms of horniness, shot with an undercurrent of screwball comedy. All I could do is shake my head and think, Ken Russell, you maniac. Streamed on Criterion Channel but available to rent/purchase on iTunes. Recommended.