This is Charles (Chris Hayward), a latterday Tin Man with wildly mismatched body parts and a glitchy Max Headroom voice who wouldn’t seem out of place in a Wallace and Gromit animation. Like an amiable cross between Caractacus Potts and Victor Frankenstein, Brian drags the disembodied head and an old washing machine into his workshop and, with a little help from a convenient lightning storm, breathes haphazard life into a childishly sentient robot. Here, he knocks together outlandishly madcap creations such as the pinecone bag, the flying cuckoo clock, the egg belt and trawler nets for shoes – until one day the discovery of a fly-tipped mannequin head gives him bigger ideas. “I was very lonely,” explains Brian (Earl), a singular fellow who lives in a remote cottage in the valleys of north Wales, where he spends his time in his “infamous inventions pantry” (AKA his cowshed). Mixing DIY physical-comedy charm (there’s a touch of Silent Running’s anthropomorphic drones in the droid’s boxy movements) with sentimental tragicomic melancholia, this Sundance festival favourite offers a delightful antidote to the horrors of the world news cycle and the cynicism of the blockbuster franchises that currently pass for “fantasy” entertainment. Max Bolliger S.M ary Shelley’s archetypal “Modern Prometheus” narrative is given an absurdist modern twist by actors and co-writers David Earl and Chris Hayward in this sweet-natured and hugely likable odd-couple fable about an eccentric inventor and his ramshackle robot. The beautiful sister, this one was growing uglier with envy. The king was delighted to see the pretty girl with the flower and, as he had promised, made her queen. She was looking at the flower and didn’t even realize that it was slowly becoming as beautiful as the flower itself. Water rose up the stem to the leaves, the bud straightened toward the light and opened. Finally, he took the rope and straightened the flower with it. With the watering can, watered the flower.
The girl took the sacho and dug the earth. When the sun had reached its highest point, it reached the source, but the fountain was drying, the earth withered, and the magic flower withered. A little farther on, he found a fallen rope along the way.Īnd there he went on, his shoulder to his shoulder, the watering can in one hand, the rope in the other. Shouldered and watering in hand, the girl continued. – Maybe I’ll still need you.Īnd with the shoulder to his shoulder, he continued. When he had been through quite a while, he found a sacho. “You go now,” she told her sister the next day, glad to know she was going the long way in vain. “The dwarf lied,” said the girl, and furiously ran back the same way. Only the spring was drying up, the earth withered and the flower withered. When the sun was at its highest, it finally reached the source.
It’s no good,” the girl said, following the path. “Take me with you,” said the watering can. You’re very dirty,” said the girl, and went on. When he had walked a good chunk, he found a sacho halfway. You’re too ugly to be queen, ”said the pretty sister to the ugly sister.Īnd left immediately. It is there, among the stones, that the magic flower is born. “Whoever takes her to the king will become queen.” Follow the brook to the source. “As a way of thanking you, I will teach you the way to the magic flower,” said the dwarf. The ugly cut the thorns and landed the dwarf safe and sound on the ground. He had been trapped in a thicket and could not let go. One day as they strolled through the woods looking for berries, they heard someone calling and moaning. One very beautiful and the other very ugly.
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