Showing posts with label Nigel Kneale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nigel Kneale. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 January 2021

'Nineteen Eighty-Four' Blu-ray and DVD cover

It's 2021 and this year (this month in fact) marks the end of copyright for much of George Orwell's original works. This includes his novel 'Nineteen Eighty-Four' and the control that his estate has over any dramatic productions of said novel. Thus the BBC is now free to exploit their 1954 adaptation of the novel and release it to the public in whatever form BBC policy dictates - be that DVD, Blu-ray, streaming, broadcast, talking book, read-a-long vinyl LP, etc...

Last year I did some Blu-ray covers for the BBC's 1981'The Day of the Triffids' (I didn't like the official cover) and Nigel Kneale's 'The Creature' (which is lost to the ether anyway). I also did one for the BBC's production of 'Nineteen Eighty-four' but for some reason didn't upload it here. You may have caught a fleeting glimpse of it on the Twitter. He it is in all its 'boot on the face of a man' glory. 

As a bonus, there's also a full size DVD cover that you use to wrap your VHS transferred copy in to keep it warm until the BBC releases the fully restored version later this year.*

* May not be this year. This is the BBC after all.



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Thursday, 30 July 2015

Nigel Kneale and the Chocolate Factory

It isn't well-known that the Quatermass author Nigel Kneale owned a huge chocolate factory on the Isle of Man. From there he created magical confectioneries that astounded the children and disturbed the parents of that fair isle for decades whilst he became more famous as a screenwriter elsewhere. 

Since his passing, the factory has fallen into disrepair. 

Older inhabitants of the Isle of Man speak of spirits and evil connected to the site. 

It's rumoured that the tiny three-legged Martians - who made up the illegal immigrant workforce - turned feral. 

Local government inspectors dare not enter the premises. The last one went mad and attacked a hot dog stand on the beach front at Douglas. 

But what we do know, is that Mr. Kneale made exceedingly good sweets...





(with thanks to Paul Hayes for his proof reading skills on Twitter)



STOP PRESS: 30/7/2015 Uncle Ben released this into supermarkets in the 70s. Sadly, there were no survivors. 



















(with thanks to Paul A. Murphy on Twitter)