New review: The House In Marsh Road

We’re right back in domestic-drama-with-a-bit-of-supernatural-hijinks world here (a phrase never used to describe the somewhat similar 1980 film of The Shining*).

The House In Marsh Road is a film about a house. In Marsh Road. It’s a worthy plodder, and Tony Wright, as alcoholic lothario and potential murderer David certainly deserves a place in our top 10 dickish dicks in British horror films.

But the best thing about it, and the reason perhaps for you to seek it out, is the Britishness on show throughout. It’s got that vaguely out-of-date 50s feel that so many of these films from the early 60s were clinging onto. Very much blokes in the pub, women at home wearing amazing dresses. Divorcees are all man-crazy trollops, everyone has a housekeeper, and the actors playing the emergency services roles are all doing it like they’re in a war film (Cor bloimey, guv).

So take a look at the review, and watch out for Patrick.

And PS, exactly what kind of a name is Anita Sharp-Bolster? I just hope the actor in question wrote a book entitled “My bed has too many curved edges”.

*Bit of clickbaity nonsense for you there, trying to provoke a reaction – I’ll admit it. But there ARE similarities. Alcoholic writer. Typewriter. Spooky building. Although I’ll give you that the ghosts are on the woman’s side this time. And there’s no kid. So absolutely nothing like The Shining, then.