HERMEL, Lebanon — The procession was small as Hezbollah funerals go, just a few hundred people winding past wind-tossed olive trees through this remote Bekaa Valley village.
After you hike 3.4 miles north from the beach, past wind-swept coves where the only sound comes from distant motorboats, the Shore Trail intersects with the Huyler's Landing Trail, which runs uphill and is marked with red blazes.
The drive takes you past wind-blown shingle houses, a working one-room schoolhouse, a cemetery with gravestones just begging to be rubbed, and a country store with anachronistic phone booths out front and real French lemonade inside.
The garbage truck lumbers past, winding its gears.
Over flat terrain, a nearly laminar wind flow (a pattern where winds from an upper layer easily slide past winds from a lower layer) can result.
In his latest thriller, The Killing of a Sacred Deer, Lanthimos is sticking to that dark formula, chronicling the life of a surgeon whose shady past winds up putting his family at risk.
No birds flapping past, no wind blowing through trees and leaves, nothing.
