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There's an area of Carshalton called The Wrythe. Wouldn't that name be more appropriate for an area of the Chaos Wastes?
Jonny Lee Miller playing Byron ought to blow out the screen with pure sex appeal, but somehow he never quite ignites. In part this is because he plays the part as almost pure Don Juan, unalloyed with Manfred et al except as an affectation. "In my experience, the man is never to blame" mutters Vanessa Redgrave as Lady Melbourne, and in this version of events she has a point. Meanwhile Caro has Hoxton hair, and Augusta is a dappy English rose prone to calling everyone "silly goose". I assume they were trying to strip the story of some of its overblown Romantic cliches (there's nothing of the most often adapted period of his life, the sojourn in Switzerland), but do that too much and what's the point?
Plus, they pretty much de-gayed him. One snuggle with a Greek boy at the beginning and that's your lot. Perhaps they were responding to that recent biography which argued (absurdly) that he wasn't really interested in girls at all, but why can't they all just face facts and accept him as the inspiration to bi slvts everywhere which he so clearly was?
I had been of the opinion that Peter Cook could carry almost anything, however unpromising - he managed to make great comedy with Dudley Moore, for heavens' sake. But ten minutes of The Hound of the Baskervilles was more than enough. And that even with Terry-Thomas and Kenneth Williams to help him out. How did they manage to mess that up so emphatically?
Gary Spencer Millidge's overly acclaimed Strangehaven concerns an idyllic West Country village which hides a strange cult and an Amazonian shaman. Does this sound vaguely familiar to any other fans of Scarlet's Well?
Today's the first I shall actually experience as Thanksgiving. I feel some trepidation that, like Persephone's meal in the Underworld, it may have unexpected consequences. I apologise in advance if I turn up for any weekend events in a stetson.
Jonny Lee Miller playing Byron ought to blow out the screen with pure sex appeal, but somehow he never quite ignites. In part this is because he plays the part as almost pure Don Juan, unalloyed with Manfred et al except as an affectation. "In my experience, the man is never to blame" mutters Vanessa Redgrave as Lady Melbourne, and in this version of events she has a point. Meanwhile Caro has Hoxton hair, and Augusta is a dappy English rose prone to calling everyone "silly goose". I assume they were trying to strip the story of some of its overblown Romantic cliches (there's nothing of the most often adapted period of his life, the sojourn in Switzerland), but do that too much and what's the point?
Plus, they pretty much de-gayed him. One snuggle with a Greek boy at the beginning and that's your lot. Perhaps they were responding to that recent biography which argued (absurdly) that he wasn't really interested in girls at all, but why can't they all just face facts and accept him as the inspiration to bi slvts everywhere which he so clearly was?
I had been of the opinion that Peter Cook could carry almost anything, however unpromising - he managed to make great comedy with Dudley Moore, for heavens' sake. But ten minutes of The Hound of the Baskervilles was more than enough. And that even with Terry-Thomas and Kenneth Williams to help him out. How did they manage to mess that up so emphatically?
Gary Spencer Millidge's overly acclaimed Strangehaven concerns an idyllic West Country village which hides a strange cult and an Amazonian shaman. Does this sound vaguely familiar to any other fans of Scarlet's Well?
Today's the first I shall actually experience as Thanksgiving. I feel some trepidation that, like Persephone's meal in the Underworld, it may have unexpected consequences. I apologise in advance if I turn up for any weekend events in a stetson.
