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endlessraritiesWe should have been going to see True Grit tonight, but I was feeling a bit off-colour, so we decided to put it off until tomorrow (I hope...) It looks like a good film, and J wants to see it. Which might mean we have to go to the cinema AGAIN in the next couple of weeks, too, because there's The Eagle to look forward to...
I've got mixed feelings about this one. I really enjoyed the book as a child - it was my first introduction to historical fiction. The reason I read it all stemmed from the BBC television production of The Eagle of the Ninth, aired way back in the 1970s. I was only 9 or so when I saw it, but I was smitten by the delectable Anthony Higgins who played Marcus. Perhaps it's the legacy of this programme that's left me with a latent interest in all things Classical, and an unhealthy interest in good-looking men wearing skirts and sporting crested helmets.
Anthony Higgins went on to star in The Draughtsman's Contract - older in years, perhaps, but still delectable. The actor who plays Marcus in the film version has a lot to live up to, and I don't really think he'll cut the mustard in comparison.
Oddly enough, a scene in the Beeb's adaptation of The Eagle of the Ninth left me for years with a complete phobia of skeletons. I remember a scene in which the hero dreams of a legion marching past, and eventually one in the line turns around, revealing a skeletal faces beneath the helmet. It was supposed to be an empty helmet, if I remember right, but the Beeb must have jazzed it up to make it more scary.
It worked on me - I was traumatised.
And now I dig up skeletons, and clean them up and make them presentable for long-term storage and curation, and they don't bother me in the slightest. How's that for a complete change of attitude??
I've got mixed feelings about this one. I really enjoyed the book as a child - it was my first introduction to historical fiction. The reason I read it all stemmed from the BBC television production of The Eagle of the Ninth, aired way back in the 1970s. I was only 9 or so when I saw it, but I was smitten by the delectable Anthony Higgins who played Marcus. Perhaps it's the legacy of this programme that's left me with a latent interest in all things Classical, and an unhealthy interest in good-looking men wearing skirts and sporting crested helmets.
Anthony Higgins went on to star in The Draughtsman's Contract - older in years, perhaps, but still delectable. The actor who plays Marcus in the film version has a lot to live up to, and I don't really think he'll cut the mustard in comparison.
Oddly enough, a scene in the Beeb's adaptation of The Eagle of the Ninth left me for years with a complete phobia of skeletons. I remember a scene in which the hero dreams of a legion marching past, and eventually one in the line turns around, revealing a skeletal faces beneath the helmet. It was supposed to be an empty helmet, if I remember right, but the Beeb must have jazzed it up to make it more scary.
It worked on me - I was traumatised.
And now I dig up skeletons, and clean them up and make them presentable for long-term storage and curation, and they don't bother me in the slightest. How's that for a complete change of attitude??
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Date: 2011-03-24 08:51 pm (UTC)