Jings, crivvens, help ma boab, it's a bit on the warm side - it's a day for loitering in the frozen food aisles of Tesco.
A few bitty bits of bittiness for you:
The latest communication from my hero
Isn't the internet marvellous? You watch a film on the telly, are struck by its quotable dialogue, and a bit of googling later, there is the script of the 1946 Boris Karloff film "Bedlam"
The wordiness of that script reminded me in some ways of a little gem of a film, "Quiet Please, Murder" a murder mystery, with added Nazis, set in a public library. It starred the incomparable George Sanders, one of my favourite actors, and the extraordinary dialogue is a reminder of the 1940s phase for Freudian overdose in Hollywood movies, probably most famously with Hitchcock's "Spellbound" (which, had I made it to a shop early enough on Saturday, I could have received a copy of thanks to The Times newspaper - boo hiss to mornings and other people buying things in them).
The top prize for most overblown use of philosophical theorizing in a film script has to go to the 1949 adaptation of "The Fountainhead", the novel by Ayn Rand (who as far as I know never actually ran a school for infants, despite what The Simpsons may tell you...)
And finally - it's the puzzle sensation that's sweeping the nation, apparently, and you can join in at The Daily SuDoku
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