A Horseradish
Thursday 6th November 2014 10:45pm [Edited]
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Quote: Tursiops @ 25th October 2014, 11:14 PM BST
Loving Johnny Flynn's score for this.
The music is wonderful. I don't know the background to it but the vocals are authentic to the sixties and early seventies rather than modern and contrived. To start thinking of Robbie Basho and others of similar ambience is to know that it has been chosen to dig deep. Please let me have more information about it.
Quote: ScotiaNova @ 6th November 2014, 10:34 PM GMT
Well, that was nice . . . and great news that it's returning next year . . . sorry, that's late next year in case people were expecting it in January . . .
Great to hear that there will be a second series. A pity that it will be late in 2015. I enjoyed the last episode very much. Nice that they stuck with the sensitive use of colour until the end. Two in the pub in blue. The other two in green. I also liked the artistic underground ending although felt that it should have blurred into the final scene of them on the hills rather than cut away abruptly. The timing of that edit didn't seem quite right. While I find the combination of gentle and sweary a bit of a challenge - I prefer such things to be separated out - there was something very moving about this series in its entirety. It consistently touched a nerve at just the right moment. Parts of it could be described as beautiful. And, yes, think Leigh and Loach.
It reminded me of the weekend I spent in Glastonbury. Having been to the festival umpteen times, I was increasingly aware that I had never set foot in the town. No one else was interested in investigating it so I left a few at the cricket in Taunton and took a bus there on my own. With my tent pitched in a field on the outskirts, I walked about and chatted with anyone who I happened to meet there during the next 48 hours.
The focus was inevitably on the pubs and I spent an evening in one with characters much like those in the programme. In the next couple of days, we bumped into each other frequently outdoors to the extent that I started to wonder if they and their dogs on strings actually had homes. The key moment was going alone up the tor at midnight and finding two musicians in the tower, one a piper and the other a drummer. None of us spoke. They played for a good quarter of an hour to the sky, then packed their things up and left without even acknowledging me. There was a mystique to the entire two days. It didn't quite feel like the real world.