For 80 minutes, Wright blizzarded us with a poetical montage of archive footage of our allegedly green and pleasant land, most of it unfolding in black and white. He mingled dewy-eyed nostalgia with gothic horror, segueing from the lost past of communal haymaking to a solitary child howling uncomforted in the sinister midnight hour. Because its material was mostly unsourced, Wright’s film could be watched in a state of such pleasant mystification. Wright culled this clip from Kevin Brownlow and Andrew Mollo’s 1975 film Winstanley. In Wright’s mystic denouement, corpses arose from graves, seedlings pushed through paving stones and my non-relative Richard Jefferies’ rural philosophy was reborn.

Source: The Guardian March 10, 2019 22:18 UTC