Dead of Night is a 1945 black and white British anthology horror film, made by Ealing Studios. The individual segments were directed by Alberto Cavalcanti, Charles Crichton, Basil Dearden and Robert Hamer. It stars Mervyn Johns, Googie Withers, Sally Ann Howes and Michael Redgrave.Architect Walter Craig (Mervyn Johns) goes to Pilgrim's Farm to see a potential client. When he arrives at the house, he gets the feeling that he has been there before. Once inside, he meets a group of people who seem oddly familiar. He tells them that he has dreamt about each one of them and begins to list events that occurred in the dream. Walter's revelations begin a conversation amongst the group, and each person admits to having experienced a strange, unexplainable event.
Enjoyable on many levels: watching great actors, a black and white classic 1hr 45minutes long, although it was 'stories within a story' it kept me hooked for the entirety, kept wondering why no one has made a modern version, even if loosely based on it. My Mum was a Googie fan and my Dad liked Mervyn - lived to the age of 93, and was the father of another parentals favourite, Glynis Johns, who I have just discobvered is still alive at 97!
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WE BOTH LOVED IT. I had been researching UK based ‘film companies’ earlier and came across Brighton based Jump Start Productions and Jamie Patterson – his 12th feature length film, and he’s only 34 years young. What a talent. Didn’t even know that Derren was still alive and going strong at 85 years of age. A brilliant and exquisite performance.
A series produced by CBS Studios in association with King Size Productions. It premiered on SHOWTINE on 6 December 2020.
Just finished a good gut-wrenching mini-series on SKY Atlantic . Had no idea, beforehand, it was based on the original Yes Studio series, “Kvodo.” If follows the same storyline, featuring a father and son, although, the relationship between the Israeli father and son is more fractured and fraught says the article by Jessica Steinberg.
Intrigued now by the whole issue of 're-makes.' Must read up some more on the whole concept in contemporary culture. Can no one come up with more original ideas? Adrian Hennigan, for example, writes: "I’ve actually seen three different versions of the opening episode in recent days: the Israeli original, the U.S. remake and an Indian version that’s almost literally a shot-for-shot facsimile of the Israeli show – down to the minutest detail. (Little wonder the Hindustan Times called it “a faithful remake of an award-winning Israeli show”).
'Your Honour' packs a lot into 10 episodes. Wouldn't expect deep analysis of the main characters in that time. It moved along nicely (nice!!!!) for me and kept me hooked and on the edge of my seat. That'll do for me with this kind of mini-series.
The 2nd Drunken Song
(Nietzsche’s TSZ)
“Come!” They all hear the sound of a bell:
midnight is coming.
One o’ clock!
O Man! Attend!
What does Deep Midnight's voice contend?
I slept my sleep,
And now Awake at Dreaming's End:
The World is Deep,
And deeper than day can comprehend.
Deep is its Woe,
Joy —Deeper than Heart's agony:
Woe says: Fade! Go!
But all Joy wants Eternity,
Wants deep, wants deep eternity.
Ding!
Twelve Midnight!
A GREATNIGHTS ENTERTAINMENT ON NETFLIX – ***** FIVE STARS! EXCELLENT CASTING, GREAT STORY, SUPERB LOCATIONS, CLASSY CINEMATOGRAPHY AND FIRST CLASS DIRECTING
'The Sisters Brothers' review: Murky morals, compelling characters
John C. Reilly produces and stars in this dark, stylish anti-Western about a pair of ruthless bounty hunters on the trail of a humble chemist. Riveting.
KERRY LENGEL
John C Reilly and Joaquin Phoenix
Just found out JCR produced. The latest grim, sardonic entry on the big screen is “The Sisters Brothers,” a prestige vehicle (read: Oscar bait) for producer and star John C. Reilly - with fellow producers Michael De Luca, Rosa Attrab and Alison Dickey - and the first English-language film by acclaimed French director Jacques Audiard (“A Prophet,” “Rust and Bones”).More pedigree (sorry): The script was adapted from the novel by the 2011 novel by Patrick DeWitt, which was shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize.
and Riz Ahmed and Jake Gyllenhaal
Great to see a Western, again, but above all a good captivating story – loved the ending!
As Nietzsche himself indicates, “what the word ‘idols’ on the title page
means is quite simply what had been called truth so far” Philosophizing with a Hammer - another great title!Although the work is “a little light adventure into a psychologist’s idle hours”
the philosophical import of Nietzsche’s theses is anything but light; it marks
nothing short of a conceptual revolution in Western thinking whose impacts
were felt throughout Western culture in the twentieth century
The key to Nietzsche’s criticism of the Western philosophical tradition’s rationalism is his
identification of a twofold movement: the denigration of reality, regarding it as a secondary world of appearances, and the positing of a fictional “true” world of ultimate value to justify this denigration.
Encounter
The stranger on the way - we look at each other
And our tired eyes ask:
What have you done with your life?
Be silent! Be silent! Leave all laments!
Already it becomes cooler around us,
The clouds dissolve in the vastnesses.
I think we shall ask more no longer
And nobody will escort us to the night.
Georg Trakl
The Stylite by Rilke
In one great crowd, they pulsed above him — those
he either damned or blessed, condemned or chose.
Surmising he was lost, he looked aloft.
Escaping from the peoples’ stench, he rose
with clawing hands: he climbed a pillar's shaft
that seemed to rise forever, till it soared
no more. He started, all alone up there,
to match his sins, which were without compare,
against the shining glories of the Lord,
which had no end. He matched, but he could see:
the Other only grew, inducing awe.
And shepherd, farmer, rafter — each man — saw
him dwindling down, except when he
was wholly rapt in discourse with the skies
(which sometimes filled with rain, sometimes were fair).
And all the time, his howls, like wailing cries
that filled all faces, poured down from the air.
And still he did not see them there
for years, as all that crowd coursed down below
and ceaslessly replenished, and the bright
gear of the nobles never reached that height
to which its gleaming couldn't go.
But up there, when he felt close to damnation —
flesh torn to shreds by all their stubborn wars —
forlorn, and with a desperate, last-ditch yell,
he shook those daily demons off, and down
they thudded on the foremost ranks. They fell
in ponderous clumsiness from festering sores.
Gross maggots fell on every open crown,
and crawled in velvet propagation.(Tr. Len Krisak)
The Fugitive Stag 