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What a rubbish day! The great Christopher Lee, and dear old Ron Moody, in one fell swoop. Neither was a young man, but it's a shame nonetheless. Christopher Lee especially had a remarkable career, and seems to have known and worked with everybody. You can spot him, in his earlier years, as a deck officer aboard one of the Naval ships set against Burt Lancaster and Nick Cravat in The Crimon Pirate (1952). One of my favourite films, and I very much recommend it. He also cropped up in the Beeb's brave attempt to adapt Mervyn Peake's epic fantasy Gormenghast a few years back, playing the creaking librarian Flay. I recommend that too, although you'd do better really to read the book. The adaptation was gorgeous, but suffered from too much material in too little screentime. Worth searching out though, if you're in need of something else once Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell is done.
In a more cheerful frame of mind (actually, I don't know that it is more cheerful), I have been doing further Remington Steele-ing. And dear gods, the 1980s. As I've mentioned before, it's a show that steers away from anything too eighties, in an attempt to be as timeless as possible. If anything it favours the vintage styles of the thirties and forties, and at times even earlier than that. But every so often, there's no hiding from the fact that it was made in the eighties. The worst of the decade hides in dark corners, and pops up every so often to shout boo.
In the episode "Steele Alive and Kicking", Steele is over at Laura's apartment. Leaving aside the weirdness of the fact that they seem to be wearing his and hers matching outfits - leaving aside the sheer horror that is Steele's shirt - leaving aside the fact that Laura looks a bit like she's understudying for Coco the Clown... Actually, let's not leave aside any of that. Guys, you look ridiculous. And I can't believe that that much wasn't obvious in 1985, let alone in 2015.
*gulp*
Let's just zoom back a bit, shall we, and take in the full glory of Laura's trousers. And braces. And the fact that the bloke trying to hold them at gunpoint hasn't collapsed with a fit of the giggles.
Apparently this is Stephanie Zimbalist's favourite of all the outfits that she ever wore on the show. In fact she took it home with her and, at least at the time that the DVD sets were made, still had it in her closet. Nailed into a salted crate, we can only hope. I always did have my doubts about her...
Here. She's trying to tempt us to join her in her eighties madness. No fear.
And stop looking so bloody happy. Nobody has any right to look that cheerful when they're dressed like that.
I should probably shut up now. Life is still mad, but is hopefully settling down some. Spent last weekend in Bristol, due to a cousin who needed his flat sorting out. It was manic, but there was the sea! And yes okay, rubbish beach and cold wind and grey water, but sea! Lots and lots of sea. I want some sea, but I suppose if I had it here, the neighbours would complain. Actually they probably wouldn't, 'cause they'd have drowned, but whatever. Anyway, yeah. Shutting up.
In a more cheerful frame of mind (actually, I don't know that it is more cheerful), I have been doing further Remington Steele-ing. And dear gods, the 1980s. As I've mentioned before, it's a show that steers away from anything too eighties, in an attempt to be as timeless as possible. If anything it favours the vintage styles of the thirties and forties, and at times even earlier than that. But every so often, there's no hiding from the fact that it was made in the eighties. The worst of the decade hides in dark corners, and pops up every so often to shout boo.
In the episode "Steele Alive and Kicking", Steele is over at Laura's apartment. Leaving aside the weirdness of the fact that they seem to be wearing his and hers matching outfits - leaving aside the sheer horror that is Steele's shirt - leaving aside the fact that Laura looks a bit like she's understudying for Coco the Clown... Actually, let's not leave aside any of that. Guys, you look ridiculous. And I can't believe that that much wasn't obvious in 1985, let alone in 2015.
*gulp*
Let's just zoom back a bit, shall we, and take in the full glory of Laura's trousers. And braces. And the fact that the bloke trying to hold them at gunpoint hasn't collapsed with a fit of the giggles.
Apparently this is Stephanie Zimbalist's favourite of all the outfits that she ever wore on the show. In fact she took it home with her and, at least at the time that the DVD sets were made, still had it in her closet. Nailed into a salted crate, we can only hope. I always did have my doubts about her...
Here. She's trying to tempt us to join her in her eighties madness. No fear.
And stop looking so bloody happy. Nobody has any right to look that cheerful when they're dressed like that.
I should probably shut up now. Life is still mad, but is hopefully settling down some. Spent last weekend in Bristol, due to a cousin who needed his flat sorting out. It was manic, but there was the sea! And yes okay, rubbish beach and cold wind and grey water, but sea! Lots and lots of sea. I want some sea, but I suppose if I had it here, the neighbours would complain. Actually they probably wouldn't, 'cause they'd have drowned, but whatever. Anyway, yeah. Shutting up.