Lightning strike survivors sit in front of Peter Greenaway's camera and describe what happened to them: a girl hit while playing in a park, a man struck while working on a farm, others recounting the seconds before and after the bolt found them. Greenaway made the film for Thames Television, and it looks like almost nothing else on the channel that year. Interviews are broken up with lists, printed statistics, and deadpan captions that treat a lightning strike like a data point as much as a trauma, while Michael Nyman's score pushes the whole thing toward something closer to a formal exercise than a news report. The camera angles are odd on purpose, and black humour keeps surfacing in the editing even as the survivors describe pain, burns, and the strange afterlife of having been hit by the sky. The film never resolves into a single tone: it treats the same event as absurd, statistical, and genuinely frightening, often within the same minute, and lets the survivors' own words carry whatever weight the structure withholds.