January 17, 2010
Based on the true story of the notorious 1940’s serial killer John Christie including location filming at the real Rillington Place just before it’s demolition in 1970.
The quiet & unassuming Christie is portrayed by Richard Attenborough with John Hurt as the unfortunate Timothy Evans who wrongly hanged for one of Christie’s murders.
Perhaps the most remarkable thing about this film is that it is very unremarkable. It avoids sensationalising any of the murders or the people and events involved – in fact reading through the historical documents of the case gives glimpses into a far more disturbing sequence of events than the film’s plotline has time to thoroughly expand upon.
The whole experience of watching this movie feels rather remote and disengaged, the mood along with the lighting and colours is muted throughout. From the opening scenes of an early Christie murder to the final state sponsored murder by hanging the viewer is always left to develop their own reaction, there is very little hand-holding to guide us to a “correct” emotional response — the events are real life and are simply shown as such.
The main interest of the film is of course this genuine reality; that these rather drab and dreary people were caught up in such events needs little embellishment to fascinate. The murders were committed by the quiet man at number ten and it was a simple husband & father who suffered the irreversible miscarriage of justice at which the public’s extreme dissatisfaction helped reforms to abolish the death penalty in the UK.
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10 Rillington Place (Special Edition) [1970] [DVD]
Timothy Evans was convicted and hanged March 1950 for the murder of his daughter. Sixteen years later he received a posthumous pardon but with doubt remaining over his involvement in his wife’s death (common practice at the time was to only pursue a single case conviction, Timothy Evans was never tried for the murder of his wife).
John Reginald Christie was hanged (by the same executioner who hung Evans) in July 1953 for the murder of his wife, this was the only conviction pursued but he is considered guilty of murdering at least six women, with bodies having been found buried in his garden and hidden in his kitchen.
November 16, 2009
I’m a big fan of parades and the Christmas lights switch on in Aberdeen holds a special significance for me as my Father used to be involved in setting them up as part of the council Street Lighting Department’s duties.
One of my favourite stories I was told is of how a lucky child would be chosen to throw the switch at the Music Hall turning on all the Christmas lights down the length of Union Street but that those in the know could look out for the men standing up ladders at intervals up & down the street. They were each waiting to throw their own switches on cue to give the impression that all the lights were connected and controlled by the ceremonial switch. I understood that sometimes adults tell little white fibs about the magic of Christmas, but being in on this secret was just as special for me.
These days rather than the static ceremony huddled around the Music Hall we have a procession down Union Street with each set of Christmas lights switched on as the parade passes underneath with a big explosion of confetti. It always pleases me to see Union Street closed to traffic — when you have the freedom to wander off the narrow pavements you can see how impressive the street & it’s architecture really is.
I hadn’t decided beforehand but as the parade passed I realised it was a good time to use video rather than still photographs. I missed out Santa and most of the lights but it has cute big dogs, fabulous swans (seven of them, a-swimming) and a rather unseasonal steel band, also in it’s favour is that it’s short enough to not get boring—I hope!
I enjoyed the parade a lot, maybe because it had no pretensions of being any grander than it was, so I’ll leave you with two choice quotes overheard during the evening:
A rather plaintive cry from the parade:
“We’re not pigeons, we’re turtle doves!“
Two auld wifeys at the bus stop:
“Did ye see the reindeer?”
“Aye, they wir shittin’ ah ower the place.“
March 24, 2009
I’m uncharacteristically enthused by my current project, I’m using my limited DIY & woodworking talents to fashion a decent house for some gerbils. The plans for our gerbilarium started as just making a lid for the 16 gallon (20 US gallons) tank but it just didn’t seem enough so I am designing and building them a tank-topper that will, hopefully, be suitable for gerbil royalty. The enthusiasm is refreshing and I think it’s down to being creative in a manner that feels new to me, I’ve spent so long building intangible web solutions and for years now creating only digital photographs that I lost the joy of creation, the pleasure to be had from making something real and physical, something that exists in the physical world to step back from and be admired once I am finished.
Of course I shan’t finish it, like many of my creations it will go to permanent beta, built in modules and easily added to later. This is the way I create, I rarely see the finished object when starting out on a project, I see potentials. I saw an empty glass tank and in my head it becomes a three storey gerbil mansion. Sometimes I look at seeds and see not just the tree that will grow but the forest, complete with birds flitting about above early morning dog-walkers calling on Rover as he chases squirrels through the undergrowth!
My lesson to learn is to control my creative outpourings, to direct them towards a useful end and to learn to recognise when that has been reached and to stop. Afterall, if I never finish things how can I fully enjoy starting the new and the exciting!
This tank was left by a previous tenant, the temptation to clean it and then set it up as home for a pair of gerbils was too much for me to resist. This was the first stage of my preparations, there is more of everything now – except still no gerbils!
