Name that film

[kabbes]

That one with that bloke.

A Matter of Life and Death?

 

[danny la rouge]

That one with that bloke.

Strangers on A Train. Bruno. It was the other one who was called Guy.

 

[Griff]

Bruno.

Homosexual Austrians in Strangers on a Train?

 

[danny la rouge]

Homosexual Austrians in Strangers on a Train?

He may well be homosexual; Hitchcock makes what those in the know would in the early 50s would have seen as heavy hints, but I don't think he's Austrian.

 

[belboid]

Well it sounds like A Matter of Life & Death, but what's with the glass bowls?

Are you confusing glass bowls with a dandy Frenchman?

can't find a pic of the bowls, but I guess fen_boy is referring to the means by which the inhabitants of the celestial realm look down upon earth. they look like bowls from the Heaven pov, tho just like holes in the sky from the lower view

- you can see them at about 4.30

 

[Bakunin]

Homosexual Austrians in Strangers on a Train?

Nah, you're thinking of the German scheisse movie called 'Strangers Pull A Train', a little-known release starring Eric Cartman's mum.

 

[fen_boy]

can't find a pic of the bowls, but I guess fen_boy is referring to the means by which the inhabitants of the celestial realm look down upon earth. they look like bowls from the Heaven pov, tho just like holes in the sky from the lower view

- you can see them at about 4.30

Yes that's it, but I'm definitely confusing it with a bit in that Iain Banks novel. They occupy the same space in my head for some reason.

 

[fen_boy]

'What is this place?' he said, and felt as though he was whispering; his brain expected echoes, but none came. It was like speaking in the open air. He looked round at the people stood on stools and slumped in tall chairs as the red crow said, 'Let's take a walk. Follow me and I'll tell you.' It flapped slowly past him, and he walked slowly after it. He passed near one of the standing figures: a man, dressed in furs similar to his own, but older-looking. The man looked skinny. A pipe led from the furs round the man's crotch to a stone jug on the floor. They passed him by. Some movement, far in the hazy distance, attracted Quiss's eyes. It looked like a small train; a narrow-gauge railway with a small locomotive on it, hauling hopper-like carriages. It was difficult to estimate the distance, but he guessed it was at least four hundred metres away, moving out from the castle, away into the thin space of standing people and supporting columns. He remembered the train he had seen, long ago, in the kitchens.

He looked round, trying to estimate the density of people in the place. There seemed to be about one person per ten metres square. Fascinated, he stared at them, seeing hundreds, thousands of them. If the density was the same throughout the space he could make out in the dim haze of distance before floor and ceiling seemed to meet, then there must be ...

'It has no name,' the red crow said, flapping in front of him, facing away from him, its voice far away. Technically I believe this is part of the castle. It may even be thought of as the basement.' Its voice became a chuckle for a moment. 'I have no idea how large this place is. I have flown for ten thousand wingbeats in many directions and not even seen a wall. It is all very, very uniform. Apart from a greater concentration of railway lines in the floor, what you see here is what you would see anywhere, in any part of it. There must be many tens of millions of people here, with their heads stuck inside the ceiling, in these reverse goldfish-bowls.

Quiss didn't know what a goldfish-bowl was, but he thought it best to feign ignorance of what these people were doing with their heads stuck in the ceiling. He asked the crow about this.

'There is a type of animal which sits over the hollow glass semi-sphere the people have their heads inside,' the red crow said. 'The animal translates thoughts through time. Each of these people is inside the head of a human being from the past.'

That bit.