A second crew arrives to help.
We work through our protocols.
After every aspect has been played out – almost an hour in this case - we review the facts, and decide to stop.
‘What time have you got?’ says Rae.
Suddenly there’s a frantic whirring and popping noise from behind us up on the wall – a cuckoo clock. A little door just below the roof of it swings aside, and a crazy-looking wooden bird crashes out. It hoo-hoos the hour, jerking its body up and down, flapping its wings in time to the striking of a bell inside. The moment eleven has been counted, the bird disappears back inside - and the little door slams shut.
If that had been a horror movie there would have been a scream or two.
It seemed a bit scripted, I must admit!
I couldn't help thinking about the thousands of times the clock had sounded in the past, and the significance of this particular episode. Morbid, I know. Just one of those things. I suppose the truth is, we're surrounded by an infinite number of coincidental details like this - details which in themselves are quite meaningless, but now and again seem to be something else. :/
Thanks for the comment, Mike.
Startle reflex still working well here !~!
You know - I think cuckoo clocks are cute and I'm full of admiration for the mechanics of it all, but I'm not sure that if I had one I wouldn't have completely lost my mind by the end of the week. :/
Don't be so gloomy. After all it's not that awful. Like the fella says, in Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love - they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock. So long Holly.
Talking about Orson Welles - I knew he was a precocious actor/director, but I didn't know to what extent. Apparently he was only 6 months old when he played Harry Lime. They had to pad his trench coat with newspaper and put inserts in his shoes, but still, quite impressive. They also had to edit his cuckoo clock speech quite heavily - he kept crying because the hat was itchy. And to think he ended up advertising sherry. Damn you, world!
You did very very well if you didnt burst into hysterical giggles when the cuckoo popped out!
I think I may have flinched a little, actually! I bet the Grim Reaper can't resist finessing these scenes sometimes with a little dark humour... :/
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