Just to be a normal man, just to go out shaking hands

[sovay]

I don't understand Facebook's algorithms. Independent of any pages shared by my friends, it keeps presenting me with this photo of violinist Gil Shaham, upcoming guest of the BSO, and I cannot tell if it thinks that I am the sort of person who listens to classical music (true) or the sort of person who thinks this particular musician is great-looking (also true) and in either case I have no money for the symphony and extant commitments on one of the days he's playing anyway, but I still want to know which data they were farming to produce this result. Seriously, it's been every time I go to check in on the news. I'm not complaining, but I am impressed.



(I did not make it to the Brattle's screening of A Matter of Life and Death (1946), so the question of whether I find David Niven as beautiful in that movie as Andrew Moor does will have to wait for another time.)

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[sartorias]

I watched it while exercising, after your mention the other day. Niven is gloriously splendid early on, quoting poetry madly as he chooses his moment to die. There are some other lovely moments too, his voice and demeanor so light I think it's easy to misjudge him and say he's one note.

It's an odd film, with a naked goat boy whose body language screamed discomfort, and a very regimented heaven.

[sovay]

Niven is gloriously splendid early on, quoting poetry madly as he chooses his moment to die. There are some other lovely moments too, his voice and demeanor so light I think it's easy to misjudge him and say he's one note.

I'm glad you enjoyed him!

Most films by Powell and Pressburger are odd films, but I remember liking the oddity of the others better. I will give this one another try eventually.