Watch a “semi-rural folk horror,” 1969’s cult film “The Watchers”

“Described by writer Kelly Loughlin as a “semi-rural folk horror,” The Watchers may feature the earliest depiction of an alien abduction in British cinema. Filmed around the moors of Todmorden by RCA students in 1969 and directed by Richard ‘Dick’ Foster, the film weaves together themes and stylistic elements that would later become hallmarks of British folk horror — as seen in works like Nigel Kneale’s Beasts (1976), David Rudkin’s Penda’s Fen (1974), and Alan Garner’s Red Shift (1979).

Yet, despite its thematic resonance and creative achievements, The Watchers remains a largely overlooked gem — standing shoulder to shoulder with these classics, but still waiting to be fully acknowledged…” | Read more of this article in The Quietus

William Blake’s Ecological Vision: Nature’s Paradise Amid Industrial Chaos

By Preetha Banerjee

“Cruelty has a Human Heart
And Jealousy a Human Face
Terror the Human Form Divine
And Secrecy, the Human Dress.”

In every era of existence, there comes a time when the truth of human perception needs to be blurted out over the noise of overrationality, because only that is the solution to a global problem. The simple fact may be around for everyone to see but jargon and the thick layers of the developing discourse have obfuscated it for anyone to pinpoint. In such an atmosphere, only those individuals — who are still in touch with their inner child and have not been entirely moulded by the conditions of society — whose sharp senses can pierce through the fog of bureaucratic arguments, can dare to speak the truth as it is. They may be misunderstood or dismissed by contemporaries, but when the storm has settled, their words ring loud in the collective memory of humanity. Poet William Blake was this person in 18th-19th century Britain that was in a tearing hurry to industrialise, with little time to notice how the changes were affecting Earth and its people, and a recent performance of his poems in Delhi was a timely reminder that his warnings about swift urbanisation and unsustainable development still hold water. In the most simple and effective words he told us, once again two centuries later, that we need to stop this uncalculated, mindless consumption and find balance and fairness in the way we lead our lives.

Simplicity was also the strength of the performance titled ‘A Golden String’, where the incredible vocal artist Susheela Raman blended music with Blake’s words to present a powerful and memorable understanding of his works. Accompanied by Sam Mills on the guitar, Raman’s compositions blended with the mystic philosopher’s literary cast to acquire hypnotic qualities. Poet and musician Jeet Thayil and author William Dalrymple recited works by poets who influenced Blake or were inspired by him.

Raman’s renditions of some of Blake’s seminal works such as The Tyger, The Sick Rose, Jerusalem, London, A Memorable Fancy aptly depicted his concerns about mechanisation, the exploitation of nature and the loss of spiritual connection with Earth.

Blake lived his entire life during the early decades of the Industrial Revolution, witnessing dramatic changes to the urban and rural landscapes of Britain. His experiences in London — a city he described as filled with “marks of weakness, marks of woe” — shaped his deep ambivalence about urbanisation and industrial progress.

Not only did he see ecological destruction, air and rivers choking with pollutants, blights in fields and sudden illnesses afflicting people around him, he also witnessed the sooty faces of poor children forced into labour, corruption and fellow human beings exploiting each other.

In London, from Songs of Experience (1794), Blake wrote:

“I wander thro’ each charter’d street,
Near where the charter’d Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.”

The repetition of “charter’d” — a word connoting ownership and commodification — applied both to the streets and the river, highlighting how public spaces and even natural bodies like the Thames were being brought under commercial control. As Kevin Hutchings, professor of English and research chair at the University of Northern British Columbia, observed in Imagining Nature: Blake’s Environmental Poetics, Blake used such language to critique “the subjugation of both human and environmental subjects to the logic of commercial profit”.

The smoke billowing from the mills and chimneys and the erosion of the social and moral fabric that came with industrialisation triggered Blake’s cynicism about the future of humanity. As he witnessed the skies turning dark with pollution and the poor being exploited by the greedy and power-hungry lots, he began picturing London as hell.

By degrees we beheld the infinite abyss, fiery as the smoke of a burning city; beneath us at an immense distance was the sun, black but shining; round it were fiery tracks on which revolved vast spiders, crawling after their prey, which flew, or rather swum, in the infinite deep, in the most terrific shapes of animals sprung from corruption; and the air was full of them, and seemed composed of them. These are Devils, and are called powers of the air. I now asked my companion which was my eternal lot. He said: “Between the black and white spiders.”

Blake’s environmentalism was not rooted in science or policy but in a theological and imaginative worldview. He believed that all of nature was a manifestation of the divine. “Every thing that lives is holy,” Blake declared in The Marriage of Heaven and Hell. This was not poetic flourish — it reflected a cosmology in which nature, spirit and imagination were inseparably entwined.

He claimed to have seen visions of angels in trees as a child — an encounter that marked the beginning of a lifetime of spiritual experiences through natural forms. Such visions revealed to him the sacredness of the natural world, a view that stood in direct opposition to the mechanical worldview emerging in Enlightenment Britain.

A key element of Blake’s ecological vision is his use of anthropomorphism — attributing human traits to non-human beings. This device, far from being mere metaphor, expressed his belief that nature was alive, conscious and capable of moral and spiritual engagement.

In poems such as The Tyger and The Fly, Blake gives animals subjectivity and agency. In The Fly, he wrote:

“Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?”

Here, Blake dissolves the boundary between human and insect, inviting empathy and identification across species. As Hutchings argued, this “anthropomorphic sensibility” signals Blake’s rejection of Enlightenment rationalism, which sought to objectify and dominate nature. Instead, Blake sought a “relational ecology” — one in which all beings shared a divine essence and moral worth.

In Auguries of Innocence, Blake assigns emotional and spiritual attributes to non-human beings:

“A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.”

This line portrays the suffering of a bird as cosmically significant, making clear that the confinement of even a small creature disturbs the moral fabric of the universe. Hutchings notes that Blake’s frequent use of anthropomorphism “is not merely a literary device, but a declaration of his ecological vision” — a vision in which nature is not inert but emotionally and spiritually expressive.

This approach aligns with modern ecocritical thought, which challenges the anthropocentric divide between human and non-human, subject and object. Blake’s anthropomorphism resists objectification and opens space for ethical regard.

While Blake mourned the physical destruction caused by industrialisation, his deeper critique was philosophical. He viewed Enlightenment science and industrial capitalism as promoting a mechanical view of nature that stripped it of spirit. In Jerusalem, he writes:

“The Spectre is the Reasoning Power in Man; and when separated
From Imagination and closing itself as in steel…”

Angela Heagy, faculty member at Southern New Hampshire University, noted that Blake “resisted Enlightenment narratives that regarded nature as a passive object to be analysed and consumed”. For him, the problem was not technology per se, but the mindset that turned nature into a lifeless resource.

This critique is memorably captured in Jerusalem, where Blake imagines a pastoral England marred by “dark Satanic Mills”. While the mills have long been interpreted symbolically, Hutchings clarifies that Blake was directly engaging with the destruction of rural life caused by industry.
But this obsession with ‘human nature’ brought him criticism that he wasn’t truly a nature’s poet like his Romantic contemporaries. Specifically, his critique of William Wordsworth, with whom he shared a relationship of mutual admiration, turned him into an ‘adversary of nature’ in the eyes of critics.

The two, standing in the same London, simply focused on different aspects — where Wordsworth saw ethereal beauty and ‘smokeless air’, Blake saw the mosaic of green fields being swallowed by grey concrete of factories. Blake’s intimate view of nature clashed with Wordsworth’s distant appreciation of nature as an external object. “Blake was in all likelihood offended by the passivity implicit in Wordsworth’s depiction of human-nature relations,” Hutchings wrote.

Blake’s three-year residence in Felpham, West Sussex (1800-1803), was transformative. Removed from the chaos of London, he found spiritual renewal in rural life. As Hutchings observed, this period marked a shift in Blake’s work — from the polemic to the pastoral, and from the apocalyptic to the ecological.

He gardened, observed the changing skies and described in his letters a deeper communion with the natural world: “In the morning I see my Saviour by the Light of the Sun” (Blake, Letters, 1800). The Finding Blake project noted that these years allowed Blake to envision a society founded not on exploitation, but on ecological and spiritual harmony.

Blake’s concern for children — particularly those subjected to industrial labour — paralleled his concern for nature. In The Chimney Sweeper, he highlights the violence of both social and environmental systems:

“They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.”

The image of a child blackened by soot reflected both the human cost of industrialism and the spiritual pollution of society. Just as children were being commodified, so too was nature. For Blake, both required protection and reverence.

He also wrote against organised religion, equating the Church with the oppressive State that benefitted from the torture and unfair treatment of children. The Church, he believed, played the role of convincing poor families that it is their spiritual duty to provide their labour for the growth of the nation. From The Chimney Sweeper:

“And because I am happy and dance and sing,
They think they have done me no injury,
And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King,
Who make up a heaven of our misery.”

In Garden of Love, he voiced his disdain for institutionalised religion more plainly, painting chapels in the same brush as concrete factories.

“I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.”

In Blake’s universe, nature becomes a form of resistance to oppressive systems. His poetry often celebrates the overlooked and the fragile, such as in Auguries of Innocence:

“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”

Blake’s sacred minimalism challenges modernity’s scale and speed. Nature, in its smallest details, contains cosmic significance. This view dismantles the hierarchy of beings and affirms the dignity of all life.

William Blake was not an environmentalist in the conventional sense. He proposed no conservation laws, led no protests. But his poetry remains one of the most radical environmental visions in English literature. He called on humanity to see nature not as object, but as subject; not as resource, but as kin.

His anthropomorphism, mystical vision and resistance to industrial modernity anticipated many of today’s ecological philosophies. In a world grappling with climate collapse and ecological grief, Blake’s voice offers a sacred atmosphere — one in which “every thing that lives is holy,” and every robin’s suffering matters.

Source: William Blake’s Ecological Vision: Nature’s Paradise Amid Industrial Chaos

Kevin & Perry Go Large was proud British cinema – now it’s all but gone

Twenty-five years ago, Harry Enfield and Kathy Burke played libidinous teenage monsters in one of the most successful Britflicks in UK box office history. Since then, the British film industry has become crisis-stricken and largely Americanised, writes Adam White. Where did all the local stories go?

By Adan White

The laws of physics are challenged early in Kevin & Perry Go Large, when Harry Enfield’s sullen, spotty teenager foils a bank robbery with his erection. Later on in the film – one of the most successful British movies in UK box office history – the camera is splattered by the gloop from an infected belly-button piercing, Kathy Burke cops off in a sand dune while dressed in full Gallagher-brother drag, and a third-act cameo is provided by EastEnders’ Phil Mitchell. Kevin & Perry Go Large, about a pair of sex-starved mates attempting to lose their virginity in Ibiza, is absolute tosh. But it’s our tosh: the product of a nation that invented Viz, Lucozade, and Denise van Outen. And 25 years ago this month, it was the sort of slapdash, locally made and proudly creaky tosh that British audiences regularly flocked to see. Today, though, things are different. And it begs a simple question: did the movies change, or did we?

The year 2000 is often considered a nadir in the story of the British film industry, with too many nascent production companies – each flush with National Lottery funding – trying to make their own Guy Ritchie movies, or their own spins on Richard Curtis, or films designed to capitalise on the (questionable) allure of the Primrose Hill set. Numerous releases became punchlines in their own right: the office romcom Janice Beard 45 WPM with Patsy Kensit and Rhys Ifans; the grotty gangland turkey Rancid Aluminium with Sadie Frost and Rhys Ifans; the… err… equally grotty gangland turkey Love, Honour and Obey with Sadie Frost and Rhys Ifans. Others have been largely forgotten: Kelly Macdonald’s bingo hall comedy House!; the clubland murder mystery Sorted; the unholy union of disco music, psychic powers and a naked Stephen Fry titled Whatever Happened to Harold Smith?

I will not lie and declare these films any good, likewise many of the Britflicks that came and went through cinemas soon after the millennium. Even if you wear the thickest of nostalgia goggles, you won’t find a secret cult classic in Honest, Dave Stewart’s infamous Swinging Sixties crime thriller in which three members of the pop group All Saints dropped acid and took their tops off. But to watch any of these films again is to be immersed in work that could only ever be made in Britain. And – with that in mind – it’s staggering just how expansive the term “British film” used to be. At the other end of the quality spectrum, homegrown cinema meant that year’s Purely Belter, an endearingly chintzy Geordie comedy about teenage Newcastle United supporters. It also meant Wonderland, Michael Winterbottom’s tender ensemble drama about lonely, alienated Londoners. We had range.

Upon its release, Kevin & Perry Go Large was often contrasted with the previous year’s American Pie, another sex comedy about prurient teens, albeit one with a far less grubby bent. It was “more sophisticated fare”, as Empire magazine put it at the time – some claim for a film built around a scene in which Jason Biggs has sex with a dessert. But I suppose it’s accurate: whereas American Pie cast nebbishly handsome men and some of the most beautiful women of 1999 to play its horny yet earnest adolescents, Kevin & Perry is almost overwhelmingly ghoulish-looking.

Enfield and Burke, who originated the characters on the Nineties sketch show Harry Enfield & Chums, transform themselves into greasy-haired monsters; tantrum-throwing grotesques with craven libidos and a wardrobe of sagging shell suits. American Pie boasted Barenaked Ladies, Third Eye Blind and Norah Jones on its soundtrack. Kevin & Perry Go Large is built around a novelty dance track in which the pair repeatedly chant: “All I wanna do is do it – big girl, big girl”. It went to No 16 in the UK Top 40.

Variety article in 2000 reported that Paramount Pictures did pick up Kevin & Perry for US distribution – with plans to position it as a British spin on Beavis and Butt-Head, apparently – but an actual release didn’t seem to materialise. It’s largely unthinkable for America to ever have “got” the film, though, with its “top shelf of a newsagent magazine rack” set pieces and laddish frivolity. Its entire creative approach is as British as bangers and mash, its aspirations admirably local.

Over time, British films like Kevin & Perry – meaning ones devoid of obvious global appeal – have become increasingly unusual, and rarely trouble the box office like they once did. Think Mike Leigh’s mesmeric Hard Truths, Molly Manning Walker’s holiday-from-hell drama How to Have Sex, or the little-seen 2024 comedy Seize Them! with Aimee Lou Wood. Think queer dramas Layla and Unicorns, or the Christmas movie Boxing Day, or recent film versions of TV series including Bad EducationThe Inbetweeners and People Just Do Nothing. All worthy slices of thoroughgoing Britainalia, and satisfying to varying taste levels, yet few of them found a deserving audience.

The possible reasons for this are tenfold. The internet age is one defined by homogenisation and an Americanisation of creativity, while the genres that for years British film seemed to champion (comedy, romances, gritty character studies, even costume dramas) have largely migrated to television. Cinema tickets are expensive, and audiences are conditioned only to want to pay for blockbuster spectacle – something that is rarely financially viable for the UK film industry, and that, arguably, we’ve never been particularly good at making anyway.

Endearingly British tosh: Kathy Burke and Harry Enfield in ‘Kevin & Perry Go Large’
Endearingly British tosh: Kathy Burke and Harry Enfield in ‘Kevin & Perry Go Large’ (Tiger Aspect Pics/Kobal/Shutterstock)

Still, it is concerning for the future of British cultural identity as a whole. Numerous industry power players have spoken in recent years of the crisis in UK film funding, and the increasing threat to specifically British storytelling. Statistics last year from the BFI were a sobering read: the overwhelming majority of film production spend in 2024 (87 per cent of it, in fact) was on “inward” productions such as Edgar Wright’s The Running Man, the live-action version of How to Train Your Dragon, and the next Knives Out sequel – films with largely American casts, American backers and global reach. “Domestic” productions – meaning films with a more overtly British bent and British backers – made up just nine per cent of spend.

Is it any wonder, then, that Britain is in such a cultural drought when so many of the films we make might just as well have been made anywhere? And that while movies including Barbie and Wicked – which were shot at Warner Bros Studios in Hertfordshire – helped inject millions into the UK economy, they barely spoke to British culture or British society, or reflected anything about our everyday existence. For all the criticism levelled 25 years ago at British cinema’s Class of 2000, it’s impossible to deny that films like Kevin & PerryPurely Belter and Rancid Aluminium were ours. It was easy to see our humour in them. Our lives and foibles. Our teeth. Someone get Rhys Ifans’s agent on the phone and tell them we need him pronto.

Source: Kevin & Perry Go Large was proud British cinema – now it’s all but gone | The Independent