'Suns Of Easter Island’ is an strange one. Directed by Pierre Kast in 1974, it starts with a lecture on geomancy before settling into an almost hypnotically slow new age groove. The plot is minimal, but the atmosphere is fantastic. One by one, six people across the globe experience hallucinations of social unrest and glimpses of ancient stone heads, before waking up to realise that they now have a small disc permanently grafted to the palm of their right hand.
Driven my forces they don’t really understand, the six people (and a spare boyfriend) all make their way their way to Santiago (it means ‘whales vagina’ in Spanish) in Chile, the embarkation point for Easter Island, their ultimate destination.
|I've just had the strangest dream...|
Easter Island is probably the most amazing film location on Earth: small (62 square miles) remote (2,000 miles from the next inhabited land mass), with three volcanoes (inactive), hundreds of caves, thousands of petroglyphs, very few buildings, hardly any trees and, of course, 887 moai, ornamental statuary between 900 and 300 years old.
|A happy band of travellers|
|He can wait|
we should maybe go somewhere really different.