I walk up and down in six thousand years

[sovay]

By virtue of discussing Julian Firth with kindkit, I have just run into this artifact: Jeremy Wooding's Chartered Streets (1989), a short film in 16 mm black and white starring Firth, the voices of Billy Bragg and Pauline Melville, the streets and faces of London, and the poetry of William Blake. I would also say starring the spirit of Derek Jarman, but in the late '80's Jarman was alive and angry and making things like The Last of England (1987). Anyway, enjoy some anti-Thatcherite psychogeography. I'm not sure it's gone out of fashion.

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[sovay]

Rewatching the Brother Jerome bits of Cadfael shows me that, even joking, I was being a bit unfair to him.

I don't think you were unfair in general, which is why I agreed; he's not a one-note character, and Firth's is certainly not a one-note face, but Jerome's default is that prim indignant sanctimony which always struck me as hoping to pass for Prior Robert's stately air of sailing above it all (and never, ever does, which in itself is rather endearing) and so the rest of it has to sneak in around the edges. He's just a good enough actor—and a good enough character actor, in the honorable tradition of making three-dimensional people out of sketches in the script—that it does.

May the good dog help me, I think I kind of love him.

I should probably say something sarcastically commiserating, but honestly I kind of do, too.

[kindkit]

that prim indignant sanctimony which always struck me as hoping to pass for Prior Robert's stately air of sailing above it all (and never, ever does, which in itself is rather endearing)

Yes, all of this.

I was watching a bit of S1 earlier in which Jerome accuses another monk of singing an inappropriate song, and gets (very gently) told off for it by the abbot, and he's so embarrassed. I actually felt for him.

I blame you entirely. :-)

[sovay]

I blame you entirely.

I'll learn to live with it.