Some thoughts on 

‘Crowhurst’.

 the boredom of being at sea, 

  family.

visual cues of the mundane baked bean 

we are aboard the Teignmouth Electron from the beginning.

Crowhurst deluded, selfish 

 in his heart a ‘good’ man I believe. 

Desperate to live up 

 the spirit of the age, or the spirit of Empire, 

essentially a suicide mission. 

 the twin polarities at work 

dogged determination and dare I say courage, that is set against his foolhardy abandonment of his family.

 and his own cracked vanity. 

 image of a floundering black fish; 

 during these moments that we feel the enormity of his terror. 

 the vastness of sea  the impossibility 

 terrifying magnitude low budget, 

             Crowhurst  in the gathering darkness on the prow of the Electron as it floats silently into the blackness, 

 the collective awareness of loss  experienced by his children as they wake in the night at the same time and cling to their mother for solace. 

 a reminder to us all to cling to those we love the most as the black seas swirl around us seeking to pull our lives on invisible currents into deeper waters than we could ever imagine.