

img{max-width:100%;height:auto;margin:1rem 0;border:1px solid #EAB308;} There are movies you watch, and then there are riptides that watch you. Captain Kidd—a 1924 silent so rare even the archivists speak of it in whispers—belongs to the latter. Forget every Errol-Saturday-matinee cliché you carry. This is piracy as ...

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Comparing the cinematic DNA and archive impact of two defining moments in cult history.

Burton L. King

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" img{max-width:100%;height:auto;margin:1rem 0;border:1px solid #EAB308;} There are movies you watch, and then there are riptides that watch you. Captain Kidd—a 1924 silent so rare even the archivists speak of it in whispers—belongs to the latter. Forget every Errol-Saturday-matinee cliché you carry. This is piracy as Puritan fever dream, shot on sets that reek of tar and candle-animal fat, cut with intertitles that read like bruised psalms. The plot, ostensibly a treasure hunt, is merely the ba..."
Anthony Coldeway, Philip Lonergan
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