When Ir­ish eyes are wide with ter­ror

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The Eclipse, ghost story, rated R, The Screen, 3 chiles

Let’s face it — we’re all haunted. Whether it’s a wisp of some­thing not quite seen on a stair­case or a lost loved one who vis­its our dreams, whether it’s a me­mory dis­turbed by a snatch of a melody heard on the ra­dio or a shadow mov­ing in a cur­tain stirred by a late-af­ter­noon breeze, an un­ex­plained whiff of per­fume or pipe to­bacco or diesel fuel, or just a pres­ence strongly felt, there are vis­i­tors who turn up from time to time in di­men­sions not strictly of the here and now.

The Eclipse, a qui­etly el­e­gant ro­mance with a cool draft of the su­per­nat­u­ral blow­ing through it, is the work of play­wright Conor McPher­son. McPher­son’s ac­claimed theater out­put leans in an oc­cult di­rec­tion. The Sea­farer (2006) deals with a Christ­mas Eve poker game with the devil. The Weir (1997) re­volves around tales of Ir­ish folk­lore.

In this movie, a wid­ower named Michael Farr (Ciarán Hinds) is rais­ing his two chil­dren in the beau­ti­ful Ir­ish sea­side vil­lage of Cobh in County

Spir­ited friends: Ciarán Hinds and Iben Hje­jle

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