A Ghost Story for Christmas: 7
To the manor scorn.
This is much crueller than the previous entries. There’s nothing as troubling as the antiseptic whiteness of the bathroom scene in this in any of the others. Nothing as harsh as a sodden bed sheet, dripping into and disappearing through the wooden slats of centuries old floorboards. If The Ash Tree dabbled in body horror, this is a full exhumation of it onto the screen.
Seeing Clarke work in a contemporary setting is like seeing your friend from school out in the wild. It’s strange at first, but you soon get used to the syntax. Gone is the candlelight, the ambience is created through contrast: blood-red on bathroom-tile-white, modernity against pagan traditions. The final few shots are as good as any of these pieces.
Clarke’s work for this series has been revolutionary for me, he’s the fucking King.
A Ghost Story for Christmas: 7
To the manor scorn.
This is much crueller than the previous entries. There’s nothing as troubling as the antiseptic whiteness of the bathroom scene in this in any of the others. Nothing as harsh as a sodden bed sheet, dripping into and disappearing through the wooden slats of centuries old floorboards. If The Ash Tree dabbled in body horror, this is a full exhumation of it onto the screen.
Seeing Clarke work in a contemporary setting is like seeing your friend from school out in the wild. It’s strange at first, but you soon get used to the syntax. Gone is the candlelight, the ambience is created through contrast: blood-red on bathroom-tile-white, modernity against pagan traditions. The final few shots are as good as any of these pieces.
Clarke’s work for this series has been revolutionary for me, he’s the fucking King.
