When Irish eyes are wide with terror
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