Black Cube

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Directed by James Medcraft

Featuring an extract from
‘Do not go gentle into that good night’
by Dylan Thomas

1st Assistant Camera: John Adrian
2nd Assistant Camera: Saskia Dedman
Runner: Harry Percy
Hair and Make up: Rene Metcalf
Wardrobe: Anna Traut
Casting by Sarah Reynolds Agency

Models:
Akhtar Khan
Ross Cullum
Liv Smith
Anna Traut