1966
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<=8O
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<=8.
Oh, um excuse me, sorry, fell asleep there for a mooment. Now where was I? Oh yes, The Projected Man, yes…
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<=8.
Ooops, sorry. Yes, The Projected Man. Well, it’s a British sci-fi yawnfest about nothing. Some dopey orange-headed English guy projects himself on a laser, gets the touch of death. At last he vanishes, the end.
Actually, the film’s not even that interesting. Dull, droning, starchy, stiff, and back-breakingly boring, The Projected Man is 77 solid minutes of nothing, starring nobody. Dull as dishwater. Dull as doorknob dust. Dull as Ethan Hawke – we’re talking really DULL here, people!
Fear me for I is uglahhhh!
But wait, in respect to our dull cousins from across the puddle, the MooCow will now do a proper review for The Projected Man:
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Cow Pie!
Boring….
Hooves Down!
The MooCow Reviews the moovies! 