That two girls are too many, three's a crowd, and four you're dead
My sleep schedule has gone so far off the rails, I'm not even sure what time zone I'm in anymore, but I don't think it's the one I live in.
Yesterday I tried to take a sort of mental health break, finishing my work in the afternoon and then spending the rest of the day reading Henry Green's Back (1946) and watching John Cromwell's Caged (1950) and a serial and a half of Sapphire & Steel (1979–82) with an interlude of returning books to the library and making rice pudding. I would like to write about all of these things; they were differently great. I may just stare at more Sapphire & Steel instead.
I have decided that my personal best mode of dealing with white supremacists going around invoking Odin as a hate symbol and generally misunderstanding the Vikings is to go around invoking Loki as a queer symbol and talking a lot more about seiðr.
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moon_custafer: I may be in the wrong country to catch a theatrical screening of Leslie Howard: The Man Who Gave a Damn (2016) tomorrow night (watching movies for people's yahrzeits is just as valid as for their birthdays), but it looks like it will be coming to TCM. Hurrah.
P.S. Has anybody on this friendlist seen the 1977–78 ITV adaptation of Joan Aiken's Midnight Is a Place (1976)? I just discovered it exists; I like its setting of "Denzil's Song" and it's got David Collings, but I can't tell anything else about it except that it seems to have aged up Anna-Marie.
Yesterday I tried to take a sort of mental health break, finishing my work in the afternoon and then spending the rest of the day reading Henry Green's Back (1946) and watching John Cromwell's Caged (1950) and a serial and a half of Sapphire & Steel (1979–82) with an interlude of returning books to the library and making rice pudding. I would like to write about all of these things; they were differently great. I may just stare at more Sapphire & Steel instead.
I have decided that my personal best mode of dealing with white supremacists going around invoking Odin as a hate symbol and generally misunderstanding the Vikings is to go around invoking Loki as a queer symbol and talking a lot more about seiðr.
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moon_custafer: I may be in the wrong country to catch a theatrical screening of Leslie Howard: The Man Who Gave a Damn (2016) tomorrow night (watching movies for people's yahrzeits is just as valid as for their birthdays), but it looks like it will be coming to TCM. Hurrah.P.S. Has anybody on this friendlist seen the 1977–78 ITV adaptation of Joan Aiken's Midnight Is a Place (1976)? I just discovered it exists; I like its setting of "Denzil's Song" and it's got David Collings, but I can't tell anything else about it except that it seems to have aged up Anna-Marie.
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Me too! It's one that's anecdotal, so may not be true, but what is true is that after Central took over ATV, they weren't showing anything made by ATV and it took some persuading before they'd agree to broadcast the only-just-finished A6.
Yikes. Lost TV always feels like insult to injury—I ran into it hard a few years ago when I was discovering Peter Cushing and the fact that most of his television work was either never recorded or does not survive
Lost TV is heart-breaking. As a Doctor Who fan, I was familiar with the facts and v sad about lost DW episodes, but the rest was just academic. Now that I'm watching old TV, it just keeps coming back and hitting me. I can understand people thinking cheap family SF stuff wasn't worth keeping - DW was much-loved but never highly regarded by critics - but then you realise that, no, they junked everything routinely without checking that it existed, because of Equity rules about repeats, the shift from b&w to colour, and just safety and storage space, because film was a fire hazard and videotape was so valuable they wiped stuff and recorded over it. They junked classic serials and soaps with seemingly equal abandon - lots of the BBC's 60s output contained some of the only adapations of things ever made... and I'll just shut up before I start weeping over non-existent shaky old TV that I would give a great deal to be able to see.
There is a hope that C&P might exist, though, but I'd need to go poking in the lists to see what the current opinion is and I try not to do it too often because it's frequently so depressing.
You're right. He's coming unglued right off the bat. And in a still image, too.
Nobody can fall apart like David Collings, heh. Or be whimsical.