Fred Astaire in Finian’s Rainbow (1968).
I watched this today for the first time in about 20 years. I remember loving it as a kid, and while I still enjoyed it, I was surprised to realise how much of the plot passed me by when I was younger! All I really remember is being besotted with Tommy Steele as a leprechaun (I’m a sucker for a man in velvet) but the main storyline, which revolves around racial tensions in the Deep South and a bizarre attempt to grow a mentholated tobacco plant (!) just went right over my head. It’s really a very strange film. And directed by Francis Ford Coppola?! I had no idea! Still - I’m glad I watched it again, if only for the happy memories it brought back…and for the many snappy quotes:
“Immigrants! My family’s been having nothing but trouble with immigrants ever since we came to this country!”
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Bruce Weber - Three Men in Reflecting Pool, Santa Barbara, 1989
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Lost Hearts (1973)
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“
Oct.11, 1816 — Candles lit in the choir for the first time at evening prayers. It came as a shock: I find that I absolutely shrink from the dark season.
Dec. 6 — I do indeed miss Letitia’s company. The evenings are very trying. The house is too large for a lonely man, and visitors of any kind are too rare. I get an uncomfortable impression when going to my room that there is company of some kind…
Jan. 15, 1817 — I had occasion to come downstairs last night to my workroom for my watch, which I had inadvertently left on my table when I went up to bed. I think I was at the top of the last flight when I had a sudden impression of a sharp whisper in my ear ‘Take care.’ I clutched the balusters and naturally looked round at once. Of course, there was nothing. After a moment I went on — it was no good turning back — but I had as nearly as possible fallen: a cat — a large one by the feel of it — slipped between my feet, but again, of course, I saw nothing. It may have been the kitchen cat, but I do not think it was.
Oct. 22 — The whispering in my house was more persistent tonight. I seemed not to be rid of it in my room. I have not noticed this before. A nervous man, which I am not, and hope I am not becoming, would have been much annoyed, if not alarmed, by it. The cat was on the stairs tonight. I think it sits there always. There is no kitchen cat.
Nov. 5 — I am much troubled in sleep. No definite image presented itself, but I was pursued by the very vivid impression that wet lips were whispering into my ear with great rapidity and emphasis for some time together…
Jan. 9, 1818 — Allen thinks this a very noisy house. He thinks, too, that my cat is an unusually large and fine specimen, but very wild.
Jan.11 — Allen left me today. I must be firm.
” —Excerpts from “The Stalls of Barchester Cathedral”, by M.R. James.
Despite it being mid May, the weather here is more like late October - cold, dark, and pouring with rain. Perfect weather for ghost stories…
Flowering Shrubs and Plants, James Kimrey Hindle (After Jan Van Eyck)
Which is better? Norwich’s Dr Who fans or Norwich’s Star Wars fans? There’s only one way to find out…
My city, ladies and gentlemen. It’s like The Warriors over here.
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One for Adam, who happens to be a gorgeous librarian.
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