Hi readers. Thanks for coming by.
I was watching one of the half-dozen movies I consider the best of the 20th Century [and this one, thus far] for the 20th time a few days ago. Kate Hepburn as Eleanor of Aquitaine and wossname, Peter O’Toole or someone as Henry II. Loving every minute of it, but I was finding the guy who played Richard 1 fairly distracting.
I went back half dozen times to watch him speak, his facial features and the way he mouthed words. Something damned familiar about him. Out of place.
So finally I ran the credits and discovered the reason. This was Hannibal the Cannibal from Silence of the Lamb, and various other not-too-bad movies I’d watched without recognizing it was Richard 1 I was seeing.
Well now, that was fun. Here was young Richard before he went off crusading, becoming Lionheart, getting himself held hostage in France, Being away while his idiot brother, John, made himself the darker piece of the Robin Hood legend.
Yeah, there it all was, old Richard the Cannibal and Lackland John, a Magna Carta looming out there a few decades away.
But that would be what? 1215 or so and those would be years with a lot of history packed inside them Lion in Winter would be nearer 1167, 68, and all those brothers and their parents squabbling with enough venom to satisfy most purposes over who would be the heir to the throne.
Great movie. I was trying last night to remember what the several other movies are I considered the best every… Jeanne helped me remember a few which I’ve mostly forgotten now. But one was The Rainmaker, with Kate Hepburn and Burt Lancaster.
Another was Doctor Strangelove, with Peter Sellers and one heck of a cast.
I’ve tried to persuade Jeanne to watch most of my favorites sometime during the almost-20 years we’ve known one another, so maybe she can add the ones I’m forgetting.
But if she can’t, you’d gift yourself a couple of hours of pleasure if you call up your library page and put Lion in Winter on hold. Likely as not they still have a copy somewhere in their system.