Described as a funny ghost story, my first reaction after seeing it was to disagree yet on reflection this may be more accurate than one might suppose. A strange and beguiling film that draws one in despite rather than because of what we see. These are not our memories or obsessions, but those of Peter Strickland, yet so convincing can he be with the charm of his attractive red fabric and the associated shop mannikins and department store paraphernalia, as with the earlier The Duke of Burgandy, we are encouraged to participate. We are drawn into this dream/nightmare confection, so beautifully decorated and with perfect sound accompaniment courtesy of the Cavern of Anti-Matter. It is almost as if the infamous teller of ghost stories, M R James, were alive and setting his tale within the present day (well 1993 to be precise, actually) and once the 'strangeness' is accepted and we accept the spookiness in the artifice of certain aspects of life, almost anything is possible, as Mr Strickland most capably illustrates. From the machine that transports the money to the shop window mannikins and their peeping admirer and the 'unreal' but so real bank interrogators and the incessant retail business gobbledygook, this is a world, so familiar and yet so alien. Another sublime piece of film making from the director and it is sad that what makes it so stunning is what also makes it so hard to convey in words and encourage the big audience it deserves.
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