When you think of Hammer Studios, you tend to conjure up mental images of old castles, crayon red blood, heaving cleavage and big old mutton
When you think of Hammer Studios, you tend to conjure up mental images of old castles, crayon red blood, heaving cleavage and big old mutton
Picture the scene: it’s a typically grim day as mourners gather for the funeral of a young woman taken before her time. The sky is