Stanley’s strife
May 31, 2020
3 minutes
ALEX GODFREY
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“IT’S THE QUIETEST apocalypse I’ve ever had,” grins Richard Stanley via Skype, at home in the ancient village of Montségur, in the Pyrenees. The COVID-19 pandemic is upon us, but Stanley’s life has often resembled post-apocalyptic sci-fi. Having been raised in South Africa by his mother, a scholar of witchcraft, he made a cult splash with 1990’s and 1992’s . He was due to have his big break with 1996’s but, instead, the film broke him — everything went wrong, he was booted off and — but, as he tells , he’s hardly been twiddling his thumbs in-between. These, then, are the peculiar projects he’s been working on for the past quarter of a century.
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