The Edge of the World (Michael Powell, 1937). Back in the old times – not in the 1930s, but far enough back for 16 mm. to still be a “platform” for exhibition – I think the Seattle Film Society might have had the local premiere of this. That’s a long time to go between viewings, but what a film. A haunting experience, with more than a touch of folklore and fairy tale contained within its drama and documentary aspects. Shot on the island of Foula. Eh, how do you get there, exactly?
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