Hello friends -
I’ve got a slightly spooky film just in time for Halloween. I know, so very un-Colleen-like. I’ll admit, too, that I was a tad worried when the hubster and I started watching this. It was after dark, and my writer’s mind was darting hither and yon with what might happen, but, quite thankfully, I talked myself out of being frightened, save when called for, and thoroughly enjoyed the show. I was rather proud of myself, indeed. No scary dreams, either, double yum!
Anyway, to the film – Michael Farr (Ciaran Hinds) is a slightly lonely and depressed widower, living in a gorgeous home in a small seaside Irish town with his two children. He also writes a little on the side and helps out at the annual writers festival. As the festival gets in full swing, he finds himself aware of a frightening, yet familiar, presence in his home, accompanied by thuds in the dark, knocking on doors, and shadows where there shouldn’t be.
Rather serendipitously, one of the authors under his charge (Iben Hjejle) has written about the appearance of spirits and ghosts, and as their relationship grows more friendly, he decides to relate his increasingly disturbing experiences to her. Unfortunately, he is perpetually interrupted by a rather boorish and hopelessly arrogant writer (Aidan Quinn) whose sole purpose for appearing at the festival is to declare his love for her. Drat!
Beautifully filmed in an utterly gorgeous setting, it is a great tale of loss, mourning, and hope. There’s also occasion for laughter and fright, of course. Truth be told, I screamed once – though, in my defense, it wasn’t terribly loud. The soundtrack is rather fine, as well.
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