"Well, I'm sure I don't intend to disappear..."
So we here we havethe second of the BBC's 2000s revival of their Ghost Stories for Christmas. For the secind year in a row it's an M.R. James adaptation, and for the second year in a row it features Watson himself, David Burke, in a major role.
It's a very CGI'd Victorian cathedral town, and an Oxford don, a Professor Anderson, sets out to study some recently discovered manuscripts for the cathedral authorities. Hilariously, there's a lot of lampshading the fact that he seems doomed early on. He's just that little bit arrogant and aloof. He seeks for knowledge. He pooh poohs superstition. He scoffs at the mention that his predecessors have suddenly disappeared (without paying!) and utters the above quote.
And... as with many hotels, his place of abode has no Room 13, except... sometimes it does. And there are voices at night of confessions from the witch trials of 1647. It's all very ominous...
SPOILERS!
And yes, a twist... Professor Anderson's fate is (just!) averted,and the evil creature from the dark past seemingly destroyed by means of a humble axe. We have, for most of the story, a very textbook M.R. James structure, but subverted at the end.
All in all, then, a quality production, and all the more for the low budget and no-star cast.
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