New review! A Zed And Two Noughts

Yes, I’m still trying to track down director Peter Greenaway’s actual proper horror film. Seems to have vanished off the face of the earth that one - cooked, stolen, or who-knows-what (or onto a paid-for streaming site I don’t have access to. Which come to think of it, is more likely).

So in the meantime here’s another film which whilst clearly more of an arthouse meditation on death and decay, is definitely-horror adjacent. And very British, which helps.

I loved this stuff when I was a pretentious teenager, and it has been nice to re-acquaint myself with Mr Greenaway’s signature style, obsession with the naked body (which may well have had something to do with my interest, back in the day) and use of symbolism.

It also helps that in some of his films (this one being a case in point), the utter seriousness of intent mixed with the laughably weird shit happening on-screen does make for an entertaining couple of hours. If, like me, that’s the way you get your kicks.

So settle in for a quick trip to nobody’s favourite day out. Alll together now… “We’re all going to the ZOO tomorrow, ZOO tomorrow, ZOO tomorrow. Were’s all going to the ZOO tomorrow, lets’ hope someone hasn’t  killed all the animals to film their slow decay.”