Friday, December 4, 2009
I’m pretty sure the seed from which I sprung -- as it came zinging out from space, escaping the purgatory of non existence and eternal mystery -- had specific delivery instructions. Something to the effect of, “Deliver to English landed gentry; don’t spare the horses.” Blame the mail. Something got mixed up amongst all the bills and ads for free roofing estimates. The package bound for Kent landed at an apartment in Washington.
No wonder I was a fussy baby. My first words were, “Where’s my god damned pony?”
So of course I like movies about the British Aristocracy. Austen? Everyone’s seen Austen. What about the Shooting Party? If you’ve screened Pride and Prejudice one too many times (Margaret) try something old, something new. And, on a personal note, I met James Mason shortly before the film came out. Not MET, just met. I was dating someone from Disney at the time, and this Disney guy was a bit of the all show. Everytime his Jag pulled out of a parking space, it left a trail of nuts and bolts. But I’ll always remember him fondly, because, due to him, I met one of life’s great charmers
Mason and Gielgud in the Shooting Party