Geronimo1967
Narrated as if from a series of letters to her sister Ida, this short feature uses some fairly grim archive to depict the deadly smog that used to descend on a London of the 1950s. With police officers reduced to using flaming torches to guide pedestrians and traffic alike, the often poetic storytelling graphically describes the scene as the citys great monuments lurk in the shadows; people fall into the Thames because they cannot see where they are walking and we are also taken on a brief sojourn to the ultimate source of the source of this veil. We travel to the bowels of the earth where the offending coal is mined. Some of the imagery does prove rather ironic given some of the very machines it powers are themselves the casualties of the ...