From mow cop to eternity.
The holy grail of 70s TV folkloric dramas. I’ve been skirting around trying to buy a copy of this for some time. It hasn’t disappointed.
The BBC really was a creative powerhouse during the 60s and 70s (Omnibus, Play for Today, Monitor)- more often than not, the budget couldn’t do justice to the ideas. Here’s another example of that from the intermediary listed programme. Ignore the slightly shoddy acting, the limited costumes. Focus instead on the themes, the writing, the peerless and fearless creative abandon, and you’ll reap the rewards.
Modernity, that old ennui, smashes through a pane of glass into a bygone era. Or is it the other way around? Is Orion the focal point, or is it the axe head? Both see blood.
Red Shift throws things at you. You try and catch them but they don’t always stick to your palm. It’s a shifting (pun intended) mass of folk horror, generational trauma, psychogeography (my beloved) and also, in passing, a semi-brilliant critique of the fallout from enclosure. It’s about 100 things. All bound together by Cheshire, of all places. Not all of them work; maybe they’re not meant to.
I’ve been struggling to write something for this but it won’t stop lingering. I had the same feelings watching The Signalman. This is first class. Truly.
From mow cop to eternity.
The holy grail of 70s TV folkloric dramas. I’ve been skirting around trying to buy a copy of this for some time. It hasn’t disappointed.
The BBC really was a creative powerhouse during the 60s and 70s (Omnibus, Play for Today, Monitor)- more often than not, the budget couldn’t do justice to the ideas. Here’s another example of that from the intermediary listed programme. Ignore the slightly shoddy acting, the limited costumes. Focus instead on the themes, the writing, the peerless and fearless creative abandon, and you’ll reap the rewards.
Modernity, that old ennui, smashes through a pane of glass into a bygone era. Or is it the other way around? Is Orion the focal point, or is it the axe head? Both see blood.
Red Shift throws things at you. You try and catch them but they don’t always stick to your palm. It’s a shifting (pun intended) mass of folk horror, generational trauma, psychogeography (my beloved) and also, in passing, a semi-brilliant critique of the fallout from enclosure. It’s about 100 things. All bound together by Cheshire, of all places. Not all of them work; maybe they’re not meant to.
I’ve been struggling to write something for this but it won’t stop lingering. I had the same feelings watching The Signalman. This is first class. Truly.
