ADAPTED FROM John Wyndham books that nobody read, this was the story of various “quiet” children who came into telepathic contact with a geometrically-shaped alien resembling those computer bits in The Demon Seed, which then promised unlimited energy or something. Inevitably, nasty grown-ups wanted to exploit it. ANDREW ELLAMS played the (gasp) middle class kid. ED BISHOP, MRS JAMES HERRIOTT and that one from THE BOX OF DELIGHTS looked in. Much namechecking of Atari games consoles and Rubik cubes. Doddery aunt character called, by law, Aunt Cissie.Read More
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A strange premise for a horror film. What can be scary about a shout? But this is no ordinary shout, it’s an aboriginal shout so loud and ear-slicing that it kills whoever hears it.
This actually pretty good film starts with the suitably surreal situation of a cricket match in a Lunatic Asylum. Yes, that’s a cricket match in a Lunatic Asylum. There’s something vaguely anachronistic about seeing a lanky, athletic Jim Broadbent with a full head of hair sliding on his knees and skipping around the wickets in soggy, diaphanous pantaloons but things do indeed get weirder.
John Hurt plays an avant-garde musician – making sounds from wasps trapped in jars, that type of thing – and a strapping Alan Bates is the libertarian (but at everyone else’s expense) house guest from hell who assumes much, drinks copious glasses of Mateus Rosé and repays Hurt by doggedly shagging his wife.
The patriarchal subtext is not for the faint-hearted. Brooding Bates spent 18 years in Aboriginal Australia, where he developed quaint customs such as killing his offspring and putting a spell over his wife, including holding the reins of power over her feelings by also having the power to withhold affection at any minute. Now Hurt’s wife, Susannah York is all for this, natch, and obliges accordingly. Taking a bit of a liberty, all things considered, but there are hidden benefits to any unwanted house guest, if you know where to look.Read More
SUBLIME SUNDAY night adaptation of James Herriott’s tales of life as a 1930s Yorkshire Dales vet, blessed with an excellent cast led by ROBERT HARDY as Siegfried Farnon, gruff, patrician head of practice, always ready to sound a note of caution as they gathered around the huge wireless (loads of period detail) to hear the latest war news; and CHRISTOPHER TIMOTHY as Herriott himself, stolid, caring practioner, always ready with a reassuring word when it was time to put down a kid’s pet or a pensionable heifer (“‘E’s been a faithful servant to me, Mr ‘Erriott”), and married to CAROL DRINKWATER who regenerated into LINDA BELLINGHAM. Speaking of which, Dr Who was in it as well as perennial wet-behind-ears young tyro Tristan, plus there was haughty village matriarch Mrs Pumphrey, who had a little dog named Tricki-Woo who lived on a cushion, and that indecipherable bloke who called Herriott ‘vet’narian’. The whole thing was topped off by those timeless driving-through-the-Dales-in-a-lovely-old-car titles, with Hardy and Timothy sharing a joke.Read More