Showing posts with label Midnight in Paris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Midnight in Paris. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 18, 2026

Season 5 - Notorious Woman (1975-1976)

Being a fan of Masterpiece Theatre is sometimes hard, especially if you love the earliest seasons from the seventies. If you're extremely lucky they're available to stream. If you're very lucky they are available on DVD, and it still counts if it's an extra on Maggie Smith at the BBC or part of The Henry James Collection. If you're plain lucky the DVD is out of print but you can find a copy at your library or on eBay. If you're somewhat lucky there was a VHS release or you have the original broadcast taped. And yes, specifically for this reason I still have an old VHS player hooked up. And then there's Notorious Woman. Rosemary Harris won an Emmy for playing the formidable George Sand but this series is notorious in more ways than one because it was never reaired. It was shelved, never to be re-released, with no explanation given. And despite the picture above, there is no indication it was ever released by the BBC on DVD in England. If you're lucky you can find a press photo here and there and that's it. Therefore I resigned myself to never seeing this miniseries. And that was the case until I started trawling YouTube. Oh, thank you to whomever uploaded the entire series, all seven episodes as a single six hour movie. Yes, the quality was variable from atrocious to acceptable, and was obviously taken from a bad PAL tape that had somehow survived at the BBC, but however you got it, I salute you. I also like to think you're a vigilante BBC employee helping those who search out lost media to find their holy grails. And sometimes, those grails aren't worth chasing. There's a reason a show has been lost to time. Yes, I'm looking at you Fall of Eagles, you weren't worth hunting down on the secondary market at all. The least you could have done is let me see the Romanovs executed. But Notorious Woman is in a category all it's own. This series is just magnificent with some of the best writing of any show I've watched from Masterpiece Theatre and it deserves a release. Here's to you Harry W. Junkin, your writing is intoxicating. Notorious Woman is just simply wonderful and I don't know why it never has been released, the music is all in the public domain, and the lesbianism is implied, the male clothing was totally acceptable by the seventies, perhaps it's George Sand's radical embracing of feminism and socialism? Can't have people getting ideas after all, because truth is the one good thing in the world and ignorance is the one bad thing Sand quipped to Flaubert paraphrasing Diogenes. And that right there is why I love this show so much, she's facetious with Flaubert, she's bantering with Balzac, she's charming with Chopin. This is a literary lovers dream come true. The life of Aurore Dupin, later George Sand, led an extraordinary life, and here it is brought to us through the formidable talents of Rosemary Harris. If there's one flaw, aside from not being able to find it, it's that it's too short. Once Chopin emerges on the scene as the love of her life it's like he became her life, the most important but still oedipal relationship in her life. Once he's dead it's like her life was over, but she was very much still alive and active. I wanted that comradery of literati to continue. Like Owen Wilson's character in Midnight in Paris, I long for the salons of another era; Fitzgerald and Hemingway, or as here, Paganini, Chopin, Liszt, Sands, Balzac, all commingling in Paris. All lifting each other up and tearing each other down. I don't think since the Beats have we had true literati. Ah, to live in a time where there was this kind of literary and artistic culture. I want to go to there. This miniseries is sadly the closest I'll get and should be the definitive look at Sand, not that movie Impromptu. Hugh Grant as Chopin? Not for me. I want that guy from West Side Story!

Sunday, May 18, 2014

That Summer Spotlight: Tom Hiddleston as Nicholas "Nick" Dorrington

Name: Tom Hiddleston

Dream Character Casting for the Lauren Willig Fantasy Movie Adaptation: Nicholas "Nick" Dorrington

First Impression: I don't really have a first impression of Tom. He was kind of in the background of so many things for so long and then wham, superstar, that I can't quite figure what left the first memory in my brain. Perhaps Return to Cranford, though I had seen him in many things prior to this.

Why they'd be the perfect actor for the Lauren Willig Dream Movie Adaptation: Because why not really? He's everywhere, so why can't he be here? Also he has the right sexiness to bookishness needed to pull of the role of Nick. Plus, he feels to me like he'd be a Dorrington descendant (aka, great whatever of these two, Henrietta and Miles). Can't you tell he'd love a ginger biscuit right about now?

Lasting Impression: Is there really anything else to choose from? If given a choice we would willingly surrender the world to Loki.

What else you've seen them in: Um... he's everywhere! He started in smaller British shows like Return to Cranford and an obligatory Dickens adaptation. Wallander though I think is what brought him into another tier of stardom. Working with Kenneth Branagh made him and introduced him to other big name directors like Woody Allen who perfectly cast him as F. Scott Fitzgerald in Midnight in Paris. Also, his ability to do Shakespeare, swoon worthy.

Can't believe it's them: I really can't believe that he was in Suburban Shootout, because I watched all that was available stateside and only vaguely remember him. Same but worse with Miss Austen Regrets and A Waste of Shame, no memory of him at all. At least I'll watch Miss Austen Regrets again, A Waste of Shame... I don't think you could pay me to watch that again...

Wish they hadn't: Quit Wallander! Seriously, bring him back. Damn you Branagh for making him a star and then having to eliminate him from your own series! On the other end of "wish they hadn't" is Return to Cranford. Oh how I hate this miniseries. It destroyed Cranford! All the characters went against type and they crammed in all these other short stories of Elizabeth Gaskell's to be filler, just, gaw. No.

Bio: Tall, handsome, went to Cambridge and got a double first in Classics, had his big break worldwide when he dyed his hair darker... seems to be really likable and tends to randomly sing and dance in interviews. Did a spot for Sesame Street about delayed gratification... mmm, just so many things right and wrong with that...

Monday, September 9, 2013

Tuesday Tomorrow

The Bones of Paris by Laurie R. King
Published by: Bantam
Publication Date: September 10th, 2013
Format: Hardcover, 432 Pages
To Buy

The official patter:
"New York Times bestselling author Laurie R. King, beloved for her acclaimed Mary Russell/Sherlock Holmes series, consistently writes richly detailed and thoroughly suspenseful novels that bring a distant time and place to brilliant life. Now, in this thrilling new book, King leads readers into the vibrant and sensual Paris of the Jazz Age—and reveals the darkest secrets of its denizens.

Paris, France: September 1929. For Harris Stuyvesant, the assignment is a private investigator’s dream—he’s getting paid to troll the cafés and bars of Montparnasse, looking for a pretty young woman. The American agent has a healthy appreciation for la vie de bohème, despite having worked for years at the U.S. Bureau of Investigation. The missing person in question is Philippa Crosby, a twenty-two year old from Boston who has been living in Paris, modeling and acting. Her family became alarmed when she stopped all communications, and Stuyvesant agreed to track her down. He wholly expects to find her in the arms of some up-and-coming artist, perhaps experimenting with the decadent lifestyle that is suddenly available on every rue and boulevard.

As Stuyvesant follows Philippa’s trail through the expatriate community of artists and writers, he finds that she is known to many of its famous—and infamous—inhabitants, from Shakespeare and Company’s Sylvia Beach to Ernest Hemingway to the Surrealist photographer Man Ray. But when the evidence leads Stuyvesant to the Théâtre du Grand-Guignol in Montmartre, his investigation takes a sharp, disturbing turn. At the Grand-Guignol, murder, insanity, and sexual perversion are all staged to shocking, brutal effect: depravity as art, savage human nature on stage.

Soon it becomes clear that one missing girl is a drop in the bucket. Here, amid the glittering lights of the cabarets, hides a monster whose artistic coup de grâce is to be rendered in blood. And Stuyvesant will have to descend into the darkest depths of perversion to find a killer . . . sifting through The Bones of Paris."

Oh, sounds like Midnight in Paris but with murder! YEAH!

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