A truly horrifying theatrical
running, Watson - running desperately, running for his life, running until he burst his
heart and fell upon his face..."
Kesselofski & Fiske present a tale of
cunning and mystery, loosely-based on the novel by Sir Arthur
Conan Doyle.What had it been, looming through the darkness on
the moors of Dartmoor, that could have inspired such terror in a
man that he died of fright? Was it as the local people believed,
a hideous hound of hell? Or was it a creature of infinite
patience and cunning, with a smiling face and a murderous
If you're thinking "that's an easy choice; I don't believe
in hellhounds and anyway I've read the book and know who the
murderer is", allow us to draw your attention to the words
"loosely-based" in the sentence above this one. Be
warned you know nothing!
"A totally crazy Baskervilles" Svenska Dagbladet,
"..incredibly funny" Upsala Nya Tidning, Sweden
"Whoever can keep an audience both giggling and laughing
out loud for two hours should get a gold star.
Kesselofski & Fiske get several from me" P4/Radio Göteborg,
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