Director: Robert Montgomery
Well, this is officially my own personal Christmas movie tradition now, I guess.
|something about this picture says "whoops, I joined a cult"|
The way you walked was thorny, through no fault of your own, but as the rain enters the soil, the river enters the sea, so tears run to a predestined end.
Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.