Summary
Under the gaslight of a shabby London theatre, celebrated tragedian Hester Grey succumbs mid-soliloquy, her body folding like a cracked marionette; the curtain falls not on applause but on the hush of medical verdict. Banished from the city’s arterial roar, she is dispatched to Crooning Water, a Dorset farmstead whose very name gurgles with deceptive serenity. There, the land breathes in slow, tidal rhythms: dew-laden spiderwebs tremble at dawn, cows low across misted paddocks, and the thatched roof exhales peat-smoke that smells of forgotten lullabies. Hester, brittle yet feral in her convalescence, finds herself lodged between the taciturn farmer Ambrose Marlow—whose jawline is as furrowed as the plough-trails—and his wife, Martha, a woman stitched from equal parts Bible parchment and repressed thunderclouds. What begins as chaste horticultural therapy—Hester pressing marigold seeds into loam while Ambrose recites rainfall statistics—mutates into a carnal conspiracy conducted behind haystacks and inside milk-scented barn gloom. Their trysts are scored by the syncopation of dripping pails and the distant, plaintive coo of wood-pigeons, until Martha’s gaze sharpens into a scythe. The idyll fractures: a storm-felled oak crushes the sheep-shed, a stillborn calf is delivered in a bloody caul, and Hester’s silk chemise—caught on bramble—becomes a pennant of betrayal fluttering above the river that gave the farm its siren name. In the final reel, the camera lingers on a half-open gate banging in the wind, suggesting escape, abandonment, or perhaps the cyclical return of trespassers drawn by the croon that promises healing yet delivers rust-red retribution.
Synopsis
A London actress collapses on stage and is sent by her doctor to stay in the country with a farmer and his wife. But when she starts an affair with the farmer, the idyllic life at "Crooning Water" is threatened with tragedy.
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