Good to see both lead actors again – Kevin and Diane, who started acting aged 14. Lesley Manville plays it well as the evil matriarch. ‘I liked Booboo Stewart’s hat – not a big part but played it well. It’s a US neo-western, Directed, written, and co-produced by Thomas Bezucha, and is based on the 2013 novel of the same name by Larry Watson. The film follows a retired sheriff and his wife who try to rescue their grandson from a dangerous family living off-the-grid. The two women certainly steal the show. As Moscow born Sasha Luss does in Shattered. She certainly does! The two films undoubtedly made me think of ‘fingers and thumbs’! Rotten Tomatoes 25% audience score: disagree. I’d give it 75% and liked its Hithcockian flavour.

After lonely tech millionaire Chris (Cameron Monaghan, “Shameless”) encounters charming, sexy Sky (Lilly Krug), passion grows between them — and when he’s injured, she quickly steps in as his nurse … I won’t say anymore … enjoy. A bit part by John Malkovich (aka the New Pope – loved him ion that role) always a pleasure.

In The Wonder, the latest film by Sebastián Lelio (director of the Oscar-winning A Fantastic Woman), Florence Pugh plays Lib Wright, a 19th-century English nurse sent to the Irish Midlands by local authorities to observe Anna O’Donnell (Kíla Lord Cassidy), an 11-year-old girl who claims she hasn’t eaten in four months and subsists solely on “manna from heaven.” According to Anna — and the mythology that quickly grows around her — she doesn’t even take bread or water; her faith-bound parents agree not to intercede with any nourishment for their daughter beyond what they collectively claim God is providing.

One review sums it up well: In simple terms, this movie is magnificent, whichever perspective of it one takes into consideration: the finest acting of Daisy Edgar-Jones and David Strathairn, in particular; script; camera; music; nature; or all of them taken together. Brilliant. Ann ap had read the book and enjoyed the film version as well. Daisy Jessica Edgar-Jones is an English actress. She began her career with the television series Cold Feet – I thought I recognized her from somewhere! Must admit I gave up on ‘Normal People’ after about 10 minutes. Not my thing, as we say.

It was a free view from my AMAZON subscription.

FROM 7 NOVEMBER THIS YEAR ‘Like winning the lottery!’ – Kíla Lord Cassidy on starring in The Wonder, the stunning film she’s too young to see https://www.theguardian.com/film/2022/nov/07/kila-lord-cassidy-elaine-wonder-film-rural-ireland?CMP=share_btn_tw

Silence (Georg Trakl)

Over the forests the moon

Gleams pale, makes us dream,

The willow by the dark pond

Weeps soundlessly in the night.

A heart extinguishes – and placidly

The fogs flood and rise –

Silence, silence!

Oak Tree House Llyn Dryw Bach aka the Pond.

Closing Chord (Georg Trakl)

The last, pale light went from the day,
The early passions have rustled down,
The holy wine of my joys spilled
Now my heart weeps in the night and listens

After the echo of its young celebrations,
Which trails off so placidly in the dark,
So shadowy, like wilted leaves falling
On an abandoned grave in autumn night.

From the Still Days (Georg Trakl)

So ghostly are these late days

Just like the look of sick people, sent here

In the light. However, the night shades the muted lament

Of their eyes, toward which they already turn.

They probably smile and recall their celebrations,

How one is moved after songs, half forgotten,

And searches words for a sad gesture,

Which already grows pale in silence unmeasured.

So the sun still plays around ill flowers

And lets them shiver in the thin, clear airs

With a death-cool delight.

The red forests whisper and darken,

And more death-nightly the woodpeckers’ hammering echoes

Just like a reverberation from airless crypts.

I saw many towns as if robbed by flame

And the times accumulated atrocity after atrocity,

And saw a lot of people putrefy to dust,

And everything float into oblivion.

I saw the gods fall to the night,

The holiest harps powerlessly smashed,

And kindled anew from putrefaction,

A new life swelling to the day.

Swelling to the day and again passing,

The eternally identical tragedy,

That thus we play without understanding,

And its insanity’s nightly torture

Wreathes the soft glory of beauty

Like a smiling universe of thorns.

(#3 From Georg Trakl’s Three Dreams )

I think, I dreamed of falling leaves,

Of wide forests and dark lakes,

Of sad words’ echo –

However, I could not understand their meaning.

I think, I dreamed of falling stars,

Of the weeping entreaty of pale eyes,

Of a smile’s echo –

However, I could not understand its meaning.

Like falling leaves, like falling stars,

So I saw myself eternally coming and going,

A dream’s immortal echo –

However, I could not understand its meaning. (Georg Trakl).