MATTHEW HAWKINS applauds a psychotherapist’s disection of William Blake

SILENCE and darkness. From the void, a whisper of wind. Then we see distant hills beneath a vast layer of menacing grey cloud. An object begins to fill the sky — its ambiguous geometry suggests a colossal spacecraft. The sound segues into an eerie choral effect and a voice urges us to “listen patiently.”
Good advice, because Last and First Men is an unhurried and complex contemplation of loss, memory and the mysteries of existence. Based on the 1930 novel of the same name by British philosopher, sf writer and Common Wealth Party member Olaf Stapledon, the film explores the history of humanity in the near and distant future.
There is no cast apart from a narrator, the visuals are abstract and the tone falls somewhere between academic dissertation and parable. It ought to be pretentious and dull but it works brilliantly.

ANDY HEDGECOCK relishes an exuberant blend of emotion and analysis that captures the politics and contrarian nature of the French composer

ANDY HEDGECOCK admires a critique of the penetration of our lives by digital media, but is disappointed that the underlying cause is avoided

