29 January 2005 | Gary-161
Day Of The Triffids meets The Shining. Sort of.
I would dearly like to tell you what this is about.
But I haven't a clue.
The only entry in the Ghost Story For Christmas series not directed by Lawrence Gordon Clark. Not that there is a noticeable stylistic change.
The dialogue is delivered in a style which you will find either enigmatic or irritatingly mannered. There is some obligatory sexual perversity which is de rigueur in seventies schlock.
It is set in a mysterious spa for the wealthy and unattached, where the staff are cold in more than demeanour.
Although the series were billed as Ghost Stories, they were basically horror. This lacks any great frisson. But it is different.