Doesn't anybody see her at all?
I need that I ATEN'T DEAD card again. In the last few days, I have seen Blow-Up, Persona, and Stardust (2007), and I can state unequivocally that Stardust was the least weird of these three. Blow-Up reminded me strongly of early Angela Carter: I'd have cast David Hemmings as Honeybuzzard. Conversely, Persona was like something Hitchcock and Brecht might have collaborated on, except that the concern with self and silence and response is all Bergman's own. ("Faith is a torment. It is like loving someone who is out there in the darkness but never appears, no matter how loudly you call." —The Seventh Seal.) And after a slightly rocky start, Stardust was extremely fun: I may write up some of my character reactions when I'm a little less fried, but for the record I am fully in the camp of De Niro's Captain Shakespeare as awesome.
Tomorrow, oysters in Milford.
Tomorrow, oysters in Milford.

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Yes oh yes. I figure, even if someone is virulently opposed to the film just on the grounds that it's not and can never be the same as the book, they just have to love that bit regardless.
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Cool!
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I was entirely prepared for the character not to work, and he was brilliant.
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That was Jason Flemyng, whom I think I have seen only in The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen—his Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde was one of the frustratingly rare good bits in that film that I obsessed about some months ago.