If only I had room, ANYWHERE, for this excellent poster (someone just gave me an 8 x 11 thing I’m putting in a frame, and cannot find even enough wall space for that). And? Looks like Martyrs is the only one I haven’t seen, here. It’s not that I don’t like grueling. I mean, okay, I don’t LOVE “grueling.” But sometimes it’s the right way to go. TCM, right? It’s not ungrueling. I do think one of the actresses in the American version of Martyrs (there is one, yes?) was/is in the short-film adaptation of The Elvis Room, maybe? I remember when I was on set, standing behind the camera, everyone adjusting lights and spraying sweat on people, all that, someone told me that. And, I mean, I dig Hostel, Turistas, all that, and I Saw the Devil and No Mercy are, to me, perfect and amazing. So, not having caught Martyrs . . . I don’t know. Someday? Maybe? Mostly, here, I was just happy Momma’s favorite goalie made it. Well, Tarman too, of course. Tarman forever.
