The fog drapes itself over the city like an old habit, curling around the silent bones of forgotten histories. The Green Archer (1961) lurks in my mind much the same way—a shadow flickering in the recesses of memory, half-formed yet full of presence. A film that never roared but whispered, a pulp relic steeped in…
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