Late in 1959, the world was treated to a weird spectacle. A portly, well-known Englishman appeared on movie screens, showing the audience round a seedy motel. The motel seemed to be in middle America and the Englishman seemed, to some, to be off his trolley. He clearly believed the place’s appeal was enhanced by a murder recently committed there. “You should have seen the blood,” he said, trademark drawl spiced with prurience, “the whole place was, well, it’s too horrible to describe … ” Read more…

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