Salt on the sill, salt in the sea
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selkie was safely collected from South Station tonight despite the best efforts of some impaired twerp to bounce me off the curb on Route 16. En route, she sent me a shot of the Chesapeake Bay and I sent an autumn sunset in New England. My mother had prepared meat for us when we got in.
ashlyme, it looks like that middle-aged romance you remembered for David Warner may have been in S.O.S. Titanic (1979), all two and a half hours of which spatch and I are now enjoying not even ironically. [edit] Afterward, inevitably, I read Lawrence Beesley's The Loss of the S.S. Titanic (1912).
selkie was safely collected from South Station tonight despite the best efforts of some impaired twerp to bounce me off the curb on Route 16. En route, she sent me a shot of the Chesapeake Bay and I sent an autumn sunset in New England. My mother had prepared meat for us when we got in.
ashlyme, it looks like that middle-aged romance you remembered for David Warner may have been in S.O.S. Titanic (1979), all two and a half hours of which spatch and I are now enjoying not even ironically. [edit] Afterward, inevitably, I read Lawrence Beesley's The Loss of the S.S. Titanic (1912).
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You're only enabling my David Warner crush, you know. Not that I'm complaining.
*Anyway, *cough**
Thank you!! I'll watch that on the laptop.
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He had such a good face and it doesn't seem to have mattered that I saw it first employed for Jack the Ripper.
He played Wordsworth in a pair of Ken Russell television films with Felicity Kendal and David Hemmings! Clouds of Glory (1978). I didn't realize Russell had done the Romantic poets before Gothic (1986). With Murray Melvin somewhere in the mix as Robert Lovell. I have to get out from under at least part of my backlog of movies I haven't managed even to mention, but I have to make time for whatever this was.
Thank you!! I'll watch that on the laptop.
Enjoy! I couldn't understand afterward why I had never seen or seriously heard about it as a retelling of the Titanic—it doesn't have a blockbuster budget, but it wears its historical detail unshowily, it works against several popular simplifications of the disaster in ways that are narratively more thought-provoking, and it never falls into soap opera despite the breadth of its cast. It really emphasizes the ordinariness of the voyage until all of a sudden it had turned into the unthinkable. It never rushes the audience with irony. And David Warner is adorable.