static, numbers stations, broadcast signal intrusions, a methodology thriving in the clandestine. an exercise in topolomancy. the sheer joy in the most confounding of enigmas. cryptomnesia. the strange happens, in this world, in reality, on a daily basis. a touch of the sublime leaves its residue on these tiles. how wonderful and how odd it is to be living, and how heartbreaking. resurrect dead. you!!
Really, really good, although probably less easy to invest in if you're not walking over Toynbee tiles every day, like I do. Delightful and well-done, especially for an indie documentary. Mysterious, but also satisfying. In 2000 years or so some will watch it and will say, haha, the dude was right. Also, Justin is amazing. His line with the tiler, with so many similarities, was one straight from the novels.
Don't say truth is stranger than fiction. Just don't, please don't. Don't say this film is about one's man obsessive quest to find out the truth. This film is about the passion that drives people to both create and discover mystery. And we were always told that if we only stared at the ground while we walked, we would miss the world passing us by..
One of the better indy documentaries currently on Netflix, I have to say (and be warned, there are some woeful ones on there). Takes a little while to find its groove, but once it does you find yourself taken in by the main players, just as much by the weirdness of the central mystery (bringing together strands as diverse as Short Wave radioheads, Arthur C Clarke, David Mamet, and Larry King). Charmed my socks off.