Agatha Christie on acid - and love the way the outdoor sounds disappear as you enter the silence of the house. Will we be given the answer in part two?
I don't see any family snaps anywhere which leads me to think this could be a National Trust property. On the other hand, a NT property wouldn't have a lit fire in the grate. I think the topiary is a clue.
Caught this on Movie Alert. Reminds me of that strange sequence in the great house in Louis Malle's Black Moon - which is a wonderful film by the way, well worth checking out. Cheers.
Can't think what you mean. I always have a tin of acid drops in the glove compartment of the Riley but find no reference to confectionery in this film.
Is that New Zealand calling or Australia? The Social Shuttle is based in Sydney, according to the blog profile. Thought it looked too sassy to be New Zealand.
I'm completely hung up on this magical voyage to the interior of Englishness. Like Alice in Wonderland and the drawings of Samuel Palmer. It amazes me that it should come through so strongly on a youtube clip.
Well, Mr Fallowell is clearly at the cutting edge of somethng. Why have authors not thought of this before? But the house plays its vital part too. There's a dream chemistry here that's very strong. Perhaps because the art-narrative idea is so simple and direct, a journey inward, both actual and symbolic - leaving one dissatisfied, wanting resolution. Clever stuff.
Gosh, perhaps Duncan should do the movie first and then call his fiction a novelisation. The tricks one must perform to flog books these days. More fun though.
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Agatha Christie on acid - and love the way the outdoor sounds disappear as you enter the silence of the house. Will we be given the answer in part two?
Madame, you have unusual friends.
The man in white at the end looks like Donald Sutherland after a workout and a facelift. Quite sinister.
Where is this?
David Lynch at it again.
Isn't the man at the end D Fallowell?
I don't see any family snaps anywhere which leads me to think this could be a National Trust property. On the other hand, a NT property wouldn't have a lit fire in the grate. I think the topiary is a clue.
Jennifer Lynch actually
Less is more, Madame.
Has Farah Damji got out then?
I want to live there!
Caught this on Movie Alert. Reminds me of that strange sequence in the great house in Louis Malle's Black Moon - which is a wonderful film by the way, well worth checking out. Cheers.
Dear Dame Elizabeth, I am sure Duncan can relay an offer.
Marrying him would be quicker
If this a real ghost story or post-modernist ghost story? It will make all the difference to sales.
What difference?
Can't think what you mean. I always have a tin of acid drops in the glove compartment of the Riley but find no reference to confectionery in this film.
Acid drop or drop acid? The eternal dilemma.
The one promises great riches (if it works), the other only critical acclaim (if it works).
Strangely creepy. Especially that weirdo at the end.
I don't see this ghost story listed on Amazon. Shouldn't we have a sample chapter to read or something?
Now that's what you call a dream house
Is that New Zealand calling or Australia? The Social Shuttle is based in Sydney, according to the blog profile. Thought it looked too sassy to be New Zealand.
Want
I'm completely hung up on this magical voyage to the interior of Englishness. Like Alice in Wonderland and the drawings of Samuel Palmer. It amazes me that it should come through so strongly on a youtube clip.
Do you think Duncan would make a fine actor? I fully expect other authors to make their own video trailers for their novels, like movies.
Well, Mr Fallowell is clearly at the cutting edge of somethng. Why have authors not thought of this before? But the house plays its vital part too. There's a dream chemistry here that's very strong. Perhaps because the art-narrative idea is so simple and direct, a journey inward, both actual and symbolic - leaving one dissatisfied, wanting resolution. Clever stuff.
Gosh, perhaps Duncan should do the movie first and then call his fiction a novelisation. The tricks one must perform to flog books these days. More fun though.
Yes! An endoscopy on England! A camera exploration of its viscera!
Just watched Katie Price celebrating her latest bestseller, 20,000 copies sold in 3 days. Heartbreaking.
Also similar to the intro to Chabrol's Le Fleur du Mal - but there is less tension in Chabrol.
Is it that ego sells, or just enormous rubber tits? Don't get me wrong, I like her: what-you-see-is-what-you-get (There some comfort in that).
If you're going to quote French films at least get it right. It's LA Fleur . . .
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