You know, I'm half inclined to believe that there's some rational explanation for all of this
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.)
In other news, I remain very fond of Naunton Wayne.
(We now return to your irregularly scheduled, badly needed hibernation.)

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Enjoy! I'll be curious to read your opinion on the matter, if you should feel like writing it up.
I hope the hibernation goes well.
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Anyhow, it's exactly as good as I kept being told, and amazingly ruthless ("No, it's all right...it's only my leg," as the Nun in High Heels says). And Miss Froy is a total happy, gentle old bad-ass.
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I love The Lady Vanishes.
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