O Cisne

Part of Anderson's clutch of Netflix adaptations, and the second I saw after Henry Sugar. Stylistically it follows much the same Jackanory vibe of a singular narrator simply reading the story aloud surrounded by cinematic flourishes. Rupert Friend manages the breakneck staccato delivery with spellbinding intensity. Dahl's dark little satirical stories fit Anderson's mild sarcasm rather well and the all-encompassing aesthetic gels it fantastically. The rail tracks becoming stairs are an amazing flourish and it is hypnotic but I can't help but wonder if these stories could do with more space to breathe. There's an element of self consciousness behind the speed and artifice that takes away a little. Otherwise, very much dig it.