“I only came about my cough...”
[Sunday, Bloody Sunday; 1971]
Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
Having seen many a British public information film, both as punter and seeker-outer, chancing upon a Danish example makes for an interesting comparison. I’m fairly sure it’d be called Death Takes a Ride here (and be straight to the stentorian point), but They Caught the Ferry has a much blacker, grimmer ring to it.
It’s only a single piece, albeit directed by a master of cinematic form, so whether it’s representative of the Dansk variant I don’t know (I doubt…
Unmarried mothers and class conflict might sound like socio-realism from twenty years later, but here they’re not so much nascent or neutered as proxy devices for dramatic tension. At any rate the unmarried status is the result of bigamy.
I think the scriptwriter - Peter Rogers in his staff writing days - might have liked Lily not to have married at all, but that forgets this is a 1940s B-picture where anyway plot rules out over exposition. At 77-minutes this…
Having seen more new BBC television drama over Christmas than I would normally wish to encounter, these programmes tend to coalesce, not just for their seasonal clustering, but for the depressingly similar attitudes and techniques on display. Dracula is perhaps the most egregious example of this gaggle.
What do you want from a television Dracula, possibly the most adapted piece of fiction in history? Well, given the time and resource lavished here, something that follows the spirit if not the…
Pragmatism in excelsis; JFDI in practise. A film to reach out to for a periodic tonic, not just for the exhilarating thriller that it undoubtedly is, but for a fantasy manifestation of someone just getting things done in the face of everything. Harry Callaghan: everyday avenging Angel? Almost, but not quite.
In a world where regulation piles upon regulation, a little reactionary kickback like this can calm material frustration, if not tame the bureaucratic beast from whence the rules spewed.…