The gnawing boredom in this town is so lugubrious, that we fall in love to cover the flayed, excoriated surfaces of building with a deceptive rosy glow of life. Eros as surrogate for lack of urbanistic apperception, grinned over by the perfectly flat-bellied half-moon dipping its lemon slices in the acridest of wines. You see the docile ugliness of irkytecture, shy houses climbing on eah other, eager to blend their
One of Jarman's more pastoral short Super 8 films with no hint of the violence or sexual guilt found elsewhere in his work. On its own terms, a rather trippy trip and best enjoyed in short bursts if you're not on one yourself.