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I Fashion My Future on Films in Space

I remember in Islamabad, back around 1980 or 1981, that Orson Welles' The Man Who Saw Tomorrow, about Nostradamus, was playing in the Nafdec Cinema. It was a favourite: gnawing on paan and hearing about New York being destroyed by nuclear missiles. I suspect aficionados of doomsday claim that particular quatrain has to do with 9/11. But I'm too lazy to google it.

I wonder if Sheikh Mullah Omar saw it there, or in Peshawar, or on VHS somewhere, and started wearing a blue turban, which was the de rigeur headdress for the "third antichrist". It wouldn't surprise me. It's a little like Joseph Ratzinger choosing a name, in a way. Or like Muhamar Ghaddafi being found in a culvert clutching a custom made golden gun.

Saw that at Nafdec, too. With all of the kissing edited out by some less prominent mullah.

Not Christopher Lee's best work, in the end.