The ambition to transplant a Scots-baronial home across the Atlantic amid palm trees and canals fitted with gondolas recalls the silly throwback merch one's lured to buy in museum shops to show dubious taste and sense of history: pens ending in Anubis heads, Titian tea towels, Celtic motif magnetic bookmarks, etc. Laudable and mostly idiotic. Not as somber a reflection on the life of simulacra as Zhangke's The World,
16mm. An extraordinary script - a variation on Oscar Wilde's "The Canterville Ghost "- that would call for the hallucinatory ability to extrapolate from images that Clair demonstrated in the silent period, but with an Alexander Korda production it would be difficult and thus begins his final phase, more "heavy" who, nevertheless, guarantees the enough "esprit" to overcome the heavyweight of production. Very fun.