Imagine being trapped in a reality between life and death, there is a television and on it plays on perpetual loop; The Woodentops. Watching this, I don’t know if I want to fall asleep, if I’m already asleep or if I want to die. The 1950’s, kid’s television series The Woodentops is a charming and dreamy and somewhat frightening attempt at storytelling, beautifully shot in someone’s shed for the BBC. Having to babysit for my nephew made me realise there is a whole plethora of material I can tap into; material which is appealing to children, yet somehow disturbing to adults. I see now, that creating a series reminiscent of dreams, induces sleep! Who’d a thunk it!


Ani Mkrtchyan