He’s one of those people who unknowingly contributed to my development (such as it is) by demonstrating that a person could be highly intelligent and also extremely wrong about some things, and that I was therefore allowed to disagree with the printed page.
That's extremely valuable. T. S. Eliot functioned like that for me with poetry. (Not, actually, because of his politics, but because so much of his early poetry is certifiably bad.)
Thank you for the link! I’ve seen some clips of They Flew Alone on YouTube.
Same—probably the same clips, even. I've just never been able to track down a full copy before.
The actual holy grail of movies I have been chasing thanks to clips on YouTube is Border Flight (1936), which plotwise seems to have been one of those what-price-glory military love triangles, but the salient point is Roscoe Karns as a snarky mechanic. I will watch pretty much anything with Roscoe Karns in it. And I will watch pretty much any aviation movie from the '30's, which has produced mostly good results and occasionally dirigibles.
I mostly woke up for the five-minute cameo by Eric Donkin as Zoltan Karpathy — I’d imprinted on Donkin as a child watching the filmed-for-tv version of the Stratford Festival’s Mikado (he was Ko-Ko).
I imprinted on Richard McMillan's Pooh-Bah, but I understand the impulse. I should hope he was a good Karpathy.
(I have never seen a production of My Fair Lady, but I grew up on the movie and the original Broadway cast recording in the way where without putting in any effort I can probably still sing almost all of the score. I really love the 1938 Pygmalion. When I discovered it in 2008, it had just gotten a Criterion DVD which I promptly fell upon; it remains a favorite for multiple reasons, including my introduction to Leslie Howard's near-unique star niche as a romantic nerd. Two years later I got to feel undeservedly smug because I had written to them about Major Barbara.)
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That's extremely valuable. T. S. Eliot functioned like that for me with poetry. (Not, actually, because of his politics, but because so much of his early poetry is certifiably bad.)
Thank you for the link! I’ve seen some clips of They Flew Alone on YouTube.
Same—probably the same clips, even. I've just never been able to track down a full copy before.
The actual holy grail of movies I have been chasing thanks to clips on YouTube is Border Flight (1936), which plotwise seems to have been one of those what-price-glory military love triangles, but the salient point is Roscoe Karns as a snarky mechanic. I will watch pretty much anything with Roscoe Karns in it. And I will watch pretty much any aviation movie from the '30's, which has produced mostly good results and occasionally dirigibles.
I mostly woke up for the five-minute cameo by Eric Donkin as Zoltan Karpathy — I’d imprinted on Donkin as a child watching the filmed-for-tv version of the Stratford Festival’s Mikado (he was Ko-Ko).
I imprinted on Richard McMillan's Pooh-Bah, but I understand the impulse. I should hope he was a good Karpathy.
(I have never seen a production of My Fair Lady, but I grew up on the movie and the original Broadway cast recording in the way where without putting in any effort I can probably still sing almost all of the score. I really love the 1938 Pygmalion. When I discovered it in 2008, it had just gotten a Criterion DVD which I promptly fell upon; it remains a favorite for multiple reasons, including my introduction to Leslie Howard's near-unique star niche as a romantic nerd. Two years later I got to feel undeservedly smug because I had written to them about Major Barbara.)