So Jerusalem was wonderful, not disappointing at all. Maybe a tiny bit overlong, in that final third, but basically I loved it. Traffic wardens, giants and Rooster Byron as a sort of ruined reincarnation of St George or King Arthur, funny and surprising and shot through with a deep thrum of melancholy, which is something I always respond well to, because life is shot through with a deep thrum of melancholy too, isn’t it? Along with joy, you’d hope, and surprises, and a forward-looking drive towards, you know, something. And a good sprinkling of contentment. But Jerusalem, yes, it wasn’t all about that central performance, but still, Mark Rylance was brilliant. I wasn’t sitting there admiring him, admiring the craft, I just believed it. Lovely stuff. Plus the Courtauld Gallery, and catching up with family and friends … all good. And I’m looking forward to Hugo in 3D. And Dr Who this year, from the look of the trailer, it looks pretty good, doesn’t it?
And, as a nice bonus, got home to find a review of The Last Word in The Guardian.
http://bit.ly/uYc3za
And, as a nice bonus, got home to find a review of The Last Word in The Guardian.
http://bit.ly/uYc3za
'A lobster quadrille of tentativeness' ... exactly what I was shooting for, obviously.
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I think the "lobster" quote is the strangest phrase I've seen in a review. Quite wonderful though :)
It turned up in some completely different context in The Observer, a lobster quadrille of something or other. Turns out it's Lewis Carroll. And check this out -
www.thelobsterquadrille.com/
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