Tuesday, August 19, 2008

"Why must the show go on?" Because of films like this!

A Midwinter’s Tale [a.k.a. In the Bleak Midwinter]. Dir. Kenneth Branagh. Perf. Richard Briers, Hetta Charnley, Joan Collins, Nicholas Farrell, Mark Hadfield, Gerard Horan, Celia Imrie, Michael Maloney, Jennifer Saunders, Julia Sawalha, and John Sessions. 1995. Videocassette. Turner, 1999.
I haven’t been able to get Branagh’s A Midwinter’s Tale (for which q.v.) out of my mind, and I thought we’d all enjoy the opening two minutes—in a combination of text and video.

Joe Harper: It was late November, I think, and I was thinking about the whole Christmas thing: the birth of Christ, The Wizard of Oz, Family Murders, and, quite frankly, I was depressed. I mean—you know, I had always wanted to live my life like in an old movie. Sort of fairy tale, you know? Mind you, I suppose if you think that a lot of fairy tales turn out to be nightmares and a lot of old movies are crap, then that’s what I did.

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