This storm-tossed 1937 gem was the first flowering of Michael Powell's nearmystical vision of the British landscape. It tells of the death of one tiny, remote Scottish island, as young folk abandon old ways for the mainland, but Powell's cinematic treatment of the scudding light and shade of nature?part raw, heroic documentary, part mythic poem?raises the stakes to infinity and beyond. Magic realism, indeed.
This storm-tossed 1937 gem was the first flowering of Michael Powell’s nearmystical vision of the British landscape. It tells of the death of one tiny, remote Scottish island, as young folk abandon old ways for the mainland, but Powell’s cinematic treatment of the scudding light and shade of nature?part raw, heroic documentary, part mythic poem?raises the stakes to infinity and beyond. Magic realism, indeed.
