You know, I'm half inclined to believe that there's some rational explanation for all of this

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I've still never seen Will Hay, but I just watched Michael Redgrave do a momentary impersonation of him in The Lady Vanishes (1938) with a pair of pince-nez and a mortarboard from a costume box—"Now, boys, boys, which of you has stolen Miss Froy? Own up, own up!"—vague, officious, distractedly gesturing, with a rabbit-nosed squint. There seem to be a bunch of his movies on YouTube, quality skeptical: Boys Will Be Boys (1935), Windbag the Sailor (1936), Oh, Mr. Porter! (1937), My Learned Friend (1943). I might as well find out how good Redgrave's impersonation was.

In other news, I remain very fond of Naunton Wayne.

(We now return to your irregularly scheduled, badly needed hibernation.)

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All of this comment is equally great, to the point where I wish I had more to say in response than: Uh huh!

(I'm not sure if I told you that I bought a copy of Criterion's Life and Death of Colonel Blimp, but I did. Am waiting for just the right moment to view it. Maybe I'll have to borrow that A Canterbury Tale disc I gave Mom and make it a Powell and Pressburger evening.)

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Maybe I'll have to borrow that A Canterbury Tale disc I gave Mom and make it a Powell and Pressburger evening.

Highly recommended!

My DVD of A Canterbury Tale has been at derspatchel's since last spring. It was not intended as a declarative gesture, but I feel like it kind of turned into one.