Category Archives: films

He was the Greatest Talker of all time

That is what Bernard Shaw said of Oscar Wilde. And Shaw was no slouch either. Trust me on that one. I once sat through all four acts of Man and Superman! What made Wilde such a great talker? He had a great attitude — always celebrating creativity. I was reminded of him the other day, watching Oliver Parker’s wonderful interpretation of An Ideal Husband.  Here is the conniving Mrs. Chevely (Julianne Moore ) scaring the hell out of Sir Robert Chiltern (Jeremy Northam).  I should mention that Rupert Everett is a brilliant Lord Goring.  All great actors, but Wilde’s dialogue gives the story its unique charm. check it out!

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Remembering the Yellow Rolls Royce and More!

Not my yellow Rolls! Dear me! I couldn’t afford the maintenance. I mean the film, directed by Anthony Asquith and released back in 1964. BTW, it was Asquith’s last film. He was a charming fellow, and the son of a former prime minister. What a wonderful summer flick! I especially enjoyed Rex Harrison’s depiction of the great English aristocrat, Lord Charles Frinton.  Here he is in his day wear thinking about purchasing a present

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Just the year before, David Niven had played a more care free English aristocrat, Lord Charles Lytton in Blake Edward’s charming The Pink Panther. Another fantastic summer flick. It was intended to be a vehicle for Niven, but this guy stole the show

“I Like the Idea of Secret Cities”

This is a quote from Fabien Riggel, founder of “Secret Cinema”. The idea is that instead of just sitting through a movie or a play, you get snatched up into an adventure where you are part of the events. This was the theme of one of my favorite Hitchcock films, North by Northwest. Cary Grant gets swept up alright.  In this scene, he is supposed to meet someone who would explain what was going on. Well, it seems that was not in the script. Enjoy!

 

 

Christmas in Paris

Years ago, I found myself in London as a grad student in economics at the LSE. Day by day, the lectures grew  more  tedious.. Worse still, I had only a few friends. Sitting over a soggy pizza in Leicester Square one day, kept company only by a dreary econometrics textbook, I wondered what had possessed me to wander away home and friends. Then in early December, just when the weather had turned particularly wet, dark and dark, I received a letter in the daily post. It was from a friend in the US who suggested that if I had nothing to do for Christmas, I should visit the family of a mutual friend in Paris. He had already made the arrangements.   It was manna from heaven.  Rescues like this are all the more fantastic when they are so unexpected. Sort of like the dog network in 101 Dalmatians. Though in Pongo’s case, the rescue was started by his own barking in the night.