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Did I really just watch an hour and a half of Dalton-era James Bond in order to see one minute of Christopher Neame?

(The answer, sadly, is yes. I somehow thought he had a more significant role in the film than being Agent 00Redshirt.)

And yet Licence to Kill is not actually the worst thing I've watched in the past two days due to my obsessive true and stalkery profound devotion to Mr. Neame. No, that would be Lust for a Vampire, his first film role, from 1970. Lust for a Vampire is a Hammer film that purports to be a horror story, but mostly is about T&A and extremely soft-core porn, with a little female bisexuality, of the "titillate the men" school of Film Lesbianism, thrown in for good measure. Neame is in it for, oh, a good six minutes. (And the filmmakers' tragic inability to move beyond the [heterosexual] male gaze means that he is not at any point in any way naked. *sigh* It is very wrong of exploitation cinema not to exploit pretty boys equally, damn it!)

Because I am me, I made screencaps.

( Click here for what I hope you have come to expect from my Neame-related posts, namely male pulchritude and ridiculous costuming )