Pull the camera back. See the brown slick of the river sliding lazily towards the North Sea, the blasted landscape of its Gateshead banks colonised by untidy clusters of car-repair businesses and breakers’ yards; or insert an aerial shot, showing out two characters, actors as it happens, dwarfed by Victorian buildings, the empty remnants of […]
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