One of the cold cheekier heights of Brit Horror poster design.
(And a fitting emblem for the later turn, in which the blood is leeched out, when the cleavage is fundamentally interchangeable, and what remains are the faded bubblegum coverings - like Eastmancolor left in the sun for too long - standing in for the scars which can no longer be noticed on their own, in this dull and thud of faithless seriality. The bandage becomes the thing to come to see.
And it is this fact that makes these Band Aid films, which fantasize that there's red life left to hold within, all the better.)
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