All the lies I live make me wonder
I was already having a tired and somewhat melancholy night and not looking forward to getting up early tomorrow to wait for a second round of repairs on our bathroom door, a situation which has begun to feel like a cross between Samuel Beckett and Flanders and Swann, and it did not improve my mood any to read that Bernard Hepton has died. At a reasonable age, but still. It's a reasonable age that Mel Brooks is not dead at (don't contradict me, Kaminsky). I don't think I ever wrote about him outside of Robin Redbreast (1970). I liked him wherever he turned up. He never looked remarkable and he was always, always good.
The major event of today was taking the cats to the vet for their annual tune-up. Autolycus is in robust health for which we are grateful after last summer's scare; Hestia needs a short course of medication, but providentially she seems to find pill pockets indistinguishable from candy. Per usual, she hisses and snorts at her brother for hours afterward for smelling like vet, even though she suffers the same indignity. They are such brave and affectionate cats. One of them is sitting beside my keyboard, licking hopefully at the back of my hand, as we speak. [edit: As I hit post, he moved with complacent purring to my lap.]
It made me very happy to read earlier this evening that one of Michael Almereyda's great influences was Derek Jarman. He started using Pixelvision because of the way Jarman used Super 8. He used Super 8 himself: I was not wrong to think of The Last of England (1987)'s time-bending home movies in The Eternal (1998) or the gently teasing self-deconstruction of Wittgenstein (1993) in Experimenter (2015). "His work had opened a window in my head."
At least my e-mail is no longer broken.
The major event of today was taking the cats to the vet for their annual tune-up. Autolycus is in robust health for which we are grateful after last summer's scare; Hestia needs a short course of medication, but providentially she seems to find pill pockets indistinguishable from candy. Per usual, she hisses and snorts at her brother for hours afterward for smelling like vet, even though she suffers the same indignity. They are such brave and affectionate cats. One of them is sitting beside my keyboard, licking hopefully at the back of my hand, as we speak. [edit: As I hit post, he moved with complacent purring to my lap.]
It made me very happy to read earlier this evening that one of Michael Almereyda's great influences was Derek Jarman. He started using Pixelvision because of the way Jarman used Super 8. He used Super 8 himself: I was not wrong to think of The Last of England (1987)'s time-bending home movies in The Eternal (1998) or the gently teasing self-deconstruction of Wittgenstein (1993) in Experimenter (2015). "His work had opened a window in my head."
At least my e-mail is no longer broken.
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Aw. he was always so very good in anything! I don't suppose being dead will stop him stalking me about old telly, though. (I'd assumed he must be dead already! Most of them are!) 92 is a good age, but it's still sad when the good people leave us.
to wait for a second round of repairs on our bathroom door, a situation which has begun to feel like a cross between Samuel Beckett and Flanders and Swann
0_o
I hope tomorrow improves a little! <3
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I certainly hope not! He should keep turning up.
92 is a good age, but it's still sad when the good people leave us.
Exactly. It feels like too many terrible people stick around and too many good people leave.
I hope tomorrow improves a little!
Thank you. At least the handyman came promptly to look at the door at ten a.m. [edit] And is now replacing our door!
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Hurrah!
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What an intriguing statement.
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You mean, how does a person accidentally become proficient as a fight director?
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I think it's especially awesome that Hepton did, then.
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I should see that. I never have.
What did you like about his performance?
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I know both of those only by reputation!
(Okay, and in the case of 'Allo 'Allo!, quotation. I had a friend in grad school who made frequent reference to The Fallen Madonna with the Big Boobies.)
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Cool!
Allo! Allo! was a very clever pastiche, down to the appearance of many of the actors, but ran on rather too long for me.
A popular feature of successful shows, alas.
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I saw him in surprisingly few things to be as fond of him as I was, but I was!
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That's awesome!
You should see Nadja (1994). It has deadpan lesbian vampires. Jared Harris receives a psychic fax.