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  1. Sorry, just now seeing your comment. I am thinking specifically of foods consumed by our Baker Street duo as written by ACD. Mrs. Hudson normally does breakfasts, with the other meals a bit hit or miss, but our bachelor diners often went to their favorite restaurant, Simpson's, for heartier fare, when Sherlock Holmes felt hungry, so that would open the menu up for more than just eggs and kidney pie. Our birthday celebration may have to stretch to multiple meals, houseparty style. We could do "Mrs. Hudson's Breakfast/Tea" plus other food inspired by alternative versions. I love Japanese food, so "Miss Sherlock" would get a nod, as well as dishes from the parts of the globe Holmes says he visited on his Hiatus. That would include food from Scandinavia as well as the Middle and Far East.
  2. I'm open to menu suggestions. Sherlock barely eats and John likes anything, so the menu is wide open. Drinking of Scotch and Brandy optional. This is a fantasy party, so anything goes! This is the kind of thing that die-hard BFI types pay hundreds of pounds/dollars for the privilege, but I envision something far less stiff than those annual dinners. Particularly if we could get Benedict to agree to come in character. We must, alas, settle for the benevolent spirit of Jeremy Brett.
  3. It's always been a fond wish of mine to have a Twelfth Night party in honor of the Great Detective. Foods would feature items from Mrs. Hudson's table as named in the cases plus fine Scotches and brandies. Sadly, no one in my real-life orbit shares my passion for Sherlock Holmes and any way, I've missed my chance this year . . .again.
  4. Me, too, on both counts. I scanned several reviews of this film which pan the songs as 'unmemorable'. My reaction: "Da fuq you talkin' bout?" They are all catchy. At the time, the movie was considered a disappointment, having failed to top the box office receipts or critical acclaim from the previous Bricusse musical, "Oliver!" "Scrooge" utilized many of the same sets at Shepperton Studios. Albie Finney (RIP) was only 34 years old at the time, and underneath the old man schtick portrays a very spry old coot. Some critics disparaged his singing . . again, I'm like . . . totally appropriate to the character, the raspy speak-sing style. If Scrooge burst out in an operatic baritone, that'd be strenuously out of character. This is a very dark story at its heart, and few of the dramatic versions (I'm thinking of the one with George C. Scott) are so ponderous and bleak--the music balances out the darkness. For another sad/zany treatment of this story (sort of) . . check out "The Man Who Invented Christmas" with Dan Stevens as Charles Dickens.
  5. Anton Rogers (Tom, the Hot Soup Man) leads the show-stopping number from "Scrooge" (1970). Watched it again just the other night. Now, it's in my head and I can't get it to leave.
  6. Some fans insist that it should be pronounced 'BOW (Rhymes with Sow)-ee' . . Baby take a BOW not BOW as in, on a present. But David self-identified as the latter, so that's pretty definitive. David's birth name was Jones. The director Duncan Jones is his firstborn.
  7. "The Little Drummer Boy" was a childhood favorite here. My parents owned three (3) Christmas albums, and Little Drummer Boy was on the Ray Conniff Singers one with the Santa girl on the cover. I'd race into the living room where our biga$$ stereo was and get out my little coffee can drum and drumsticks (pencils). I really identified with the underdog hero of this story. But I can understand that from an adult perspective, this song can be twee. I still like it, but could gladly give "Do You Hear What I Hear?" a miss for the rest of my life. David Bowie did his famous duet on Bing Crosby's variety show in 1977. David balked at singing the song, stating that he hated it. "I wanted to be on the show because my Mum loves you (Bing), but I'm not singing that song." This was on the day of taping so they were in a bit of a bind, but some brilliant producer came up with the lovely countermelody that DB was happy to sing. They don't play this one on the radio anymore, despite it being performed by two music legends, at least one of whom who left us far too soon. Also, the debate over how to pronounce Bowie ends here: David himself says 'Bow-rhymes with-hoe-ee'. The singing proper begins at the 2:00 mark. Feel free to fast-forward over the painful pre-song banter.
  8. Yes, 221 Baker Street is like the boarding platform to Hogwarts; if you are a Muggle without a guide, you will never find it.
  9. Probably because they are the only ones with a connection to Conan Doyle. Nobody cares about the lawyers and accountants that comprise the other 5.
  10. My friend the seamstress altered clothes for people at work and she charged $3 a leg. Even if the going pro rate is double that, it's only 10% of the price you paid. They sound like nice trousers and worth altering.
  11. A lot of pasticheurs have Mrs. Hudson uproot herself from London to follow her exasperating tenant to the Sussex Downs to keep house for him there, but although this is an appealing idea, I don't think that's what Conan Doyle intended. Mrs. Hudson is a lady of property in London and as such is rather well-off. She could of course have sold up and moved to the country because she felt bereft of being abused and taken for granted by Sherlock Holmes, the big slob. But it seems more likely that Mrs. Hudson retained her place and standing in town, and some local lady looks in on Sherlock Holmes daily and cooks his meals. Doubtful she would live in in a tiny cottage. This begs the question--what *did* happen to 221A and B Baker Street after Sherlock decamped? I favor the theory that Mycroft bought Mrs. Hudson out so that the site could be kept as a perpetual museum to his little brother and also used as an MI:5 safe house/place for top secret meetings. Plus Sherl would have needed somewhere to crash on his occasional jaunts to London in service to His Majesty's Government. His continuing involvement in the shadow services while ostensibly tending bees in retirement on the Downs was a closely-held government secret. After the death of the Holmes boys, 221 Baker Street must have disappeared like Brigadoon, to materialize again when, and only when, another worthy occupant appears. Mrs. Hudson retired to Italy and there, late in life, found amore again with a passionate younger Italian man who owned a vineyard. That is how I like to think of her anyway. And I think of her resolutely as "Martha".
  12. For indeed, "Mrs. Hudson, the landlady of Sherlock Holmes, was a long-suffering woman." She not only had to put up with "the very worst tenant in London" but a physician, who, in his writings, treated her like an extra in her own house. Poor Mrs. Hudson. In the uber-masculine milieu of Conan Doyle's Victorian London she is treated with about as much consideration from her bachelor tenants as the furniture, notwithstanding that Dr. Watson often expresses appreciation for her solid Scots cooking. As the landlady, she's in a bit of a strange position. She serves her tenants, cooks for them, clears up after them, worries about them and announces their callers, at all hours and at no small inconvenience to herself. But at the same time, she's much more than a skivvy -- they are living in her lodgings by her leave and they are expected to pay her every month for the privilege (plus extra for all the damages, I imagine.) Mrs. H. is house-proud and works hard to keep a respectable establishment despite Sherlock Holmes's best efforts to foil her. She is incredibly indulgent toward him, even though he deserves to be booted out onto the street for his cavalier treatment of her rooms and dismissive to downright insulting treatment of herself and her staff. She probably was a young widow who got into the lodging business, or the 'Mrs.' could have been an honorific title, as was the custom for single women in business so they would be accorded more respect than a 'Miss'. I like what Mofftiss have done with Mrs. Hudson, giving her an entertaining backstory and making her a fully-fleshed out character in her own right. In 'The Murder of Mary Russell', Laurie R. King envisions a provocative alternate version of the landlady of Baker Street. I myself did not much care for her idea of Mrs. Hudson (whom she has given the unexpected name of 'Clarissa'), but it was certainly imaginative. In King's version, Mrs. H. meets the 19-year-old Sherlock Holmes as a femme du monde in her early 30s--*not* the grandmotherly prototype we have been conditioned to expect.
  13. Better late than never . . .Happy Birthday, Mr. Brett. https://www.ihearofsherlock.com/2019/11/remembering-jeremy-brett-on-his-86th.html#.XcG1lppKiUk
  14. Dame Jean Conan Doyle hand-selected the 8 people that make up the Estate before she passed away. There are three family directors, comprised of a step-niece/distant cousins, I think. Of Arthur's four surviving children by two wives (2 girls and 2 boys) none of them had any children. The two girls never married; the two boys did but died quite young and without issue. So I should rather say that while there are family connections by blood or marriage, none of them are actually of Arthur's line. The eighth person with no tie to the family must be a lawyer.
  15. Condon may have had a loophole to wiggle through since a Holmes at 93 was well beyond the purview of any post-retirement stories which Conan Doyle ever wrote. Holmes was sixty in the last story. I could understand the Estate's ire if people were reworking original stories in this period without paying the proper obeisance--at last check a $5000 'licensing fee' for every single occurrence of a post-retirement Holmes appearance. Maybe the Condon team paid them off to go away. The Estate must have similarly hassled the author of the source novel upon which the movie is drawn--A Trick of the Mind. Just a few more years to go and that particular income stream will dry up. The country of publication also matters. The movie is entirely set in Sussex, so the cottage and beehives and everything Sherlock did in retirement is front and center. But I think the production was British and the script was produced in Britain by a Briton and the property of a British company, so take that, Conan Doyle Estate. David Marcum, editor of the collected New Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, is constantly soliciting manuscripts for new volumes, and he releases 1-2 of these a year. Sometimes three, depending on the material he gets. He started in 2015 and is up to Vol. 15 or 16 by now. These are published by a British publisher, so I think the Conan Doyle Estate can do nothing about that except gnash their teeth. Good. Les Klinger and Laurie King ran afoul of the Estate in 2014 because the project by Americans was being put out by an American publisher . . who pulled the book for publication rather than take on the Estate. But Les (a top copyright lawyer by day) took the Estate to court and prevailed, so the book was allowed to go forward. I think the Estate will try and get as much money as it can during the 3+ years it has left, though. Rather telling that the Estate contributes nothing to the restoration/upkeep of Undershaw, former Conan Doyle home and current home of the Stepping Stones School for special needs students. David Marcum's project is a labor of love entirely in support of the school and its preservation as a Conan Doyle museum. Of course, none of the Conan Doyle Estate, Ltd. are actually family. Rather telling where their priorities lie, and their priorities all go 'Cha-ching!'
  16. I enjoyed "Mr. Holmes" very much, too, though it was tough to see the Great Detective depicted as so frail. Truly the loss of his intellect would be a fate worse than death for the Great Detective. A former correspondent from the Amazon Movie Lounge declined to watch it owing to the 'decrepitude of the icon' which it depicts. Sherlock Holmes remains so popular 132 years after his creation because he's the original superhero, defying time, age and the limitations of the human body. Sherlock Holmes accepts no limitations and defies Death to its face and spits in it! (This despite abusing his instrument pretty grievously--Superheroes are Teflon.) Laura Linney playing the uneducated lower-born housekeeper was droll, because Ms. Linney is very smart and usually plays very highly articulate, educated and competent types. Nicolas Rowe (Young Sherlock Holmes, as was) turned up in the 'movie within the movie' as "Sherlock Holmes' and the first time through, I didn't recognize him straightaway, but that long face just looked *so* familiar! Kudos to Bill Condon for that little tie-in to a Sherlock interpreter of the past. I don't think Mr. Rowe turned up at the audition entirely by coincidence. Nic is still in work, most recently appearing as Winston Churchill's secretary, then Queen's equerry Jock Coville in 'The Crown'. Since the whole principal cast have been replaced for the upcoming seasons, I don't know if we will see him again in that project or not. The Estate of Conan Doyle Ltd. kicked up a fuss over this screenplay and sued Bill Condon and the production, owing to the depiction of a retirement-era SH still being protected by copyright in the United States until 2023, I believe. Since the movie went ahead, I can only assume the Estate lost their suit. Perhaps Condon and Co. sicced Leslie Klinger on them! A friend from high school is currently caring for her 77-year-old mother who has dementia and rarely recognizes her loved ones any more. My friend gave up her apartment and moved in with her sister's family so that someone would always be on hand to supervise Mom. This sweet lady had already been though so much,; widowed young, raising four children on her own as a single mother. She was a college professor, which makes her affliction all the more ironic and sad. She's younger than my mother, which just makes me realize how fortunate my sisters and I have been that our Mom is still independent and firing on all cylinders. It's a cruel thing to be taken away from your loved ones and even yourself before you are actually gone.
  17. Oh, my birthday was a month ago today. That month just whizzed by! It was beautiful for the first bit and then we had a blizzard on Halloween. It might be downhill from there. Last winter was historically awful; I hope we aren't due for a repeat. It's not the cold I mind as much as the early darkness. It's really knocking me for a loop!
  18. With the passage of time, this seems to be increasingly unlikely, sadly. If he'd survived to a venerable age like his co-star David Burke (still with us), I imagine that the appropriate organizations would have been shamed into awarding him such. It would have been so interesting to have Jeremy's take on his successors, including Cumberbatch, and just the pleasure of his company for all these years. I think Rupert Everett's sole Holmes outing in The Case of the Silk Stocking is more Brett than Cumberbatch. It's so delightfully snotty, I love it. I think it's the best work Rupie ever did. Pity there wasn't more while Everett still had the looks. Ian Hart was a great Watson, also. Michael Fassbender had an early role in this 2004 movie. Michael is in the Sherlock aesthetic himself. Maybe he should have a crack at the Great Detective. Playing young Magneto must be getting boring by now.
  19. I have been away from the site and this thread for a good while and I find that I've stumbled into a quagmire I didn't even know existed. Hate crimes against asexuals? I know asexuality is a real thing--I have been part of the public llibrary world for over 20 years now and I have met a large number of individuals of both sexes which I would place in this category, though that's mostly through personal observation and not really though any discussions I've had with the individuals concerned. So I might be wrong. It is a truism that my profession boasts a very high percentage of Introverts, and I suppose those with an I disposition are more statistically inclined to also identify as Asexual. It's hard to fathom people getting so incensed at others who choose to *not* have sex. That seems like the most neutral and non-objectionable position imaginable, unless of course some of these attackers are mad because they wanted to have a physical relationship with an Ace and were rebuffed. People as a rule are made very uncomfortable by individuals who buck 'the norm' for whatever reason because that might lead to uncomfortable self-analysis about their own knee-jerk conformity. Lashing out is the easier course than introspection, and they can always tell themselves that it's righteous anger as guardians of 'the normal' they are using to justify their rage. I"m not asexual, but for practical purposes, I might as well be. If my internal orientation matched my external circumstances I would no doubt feel a lot more content with my life. Having just recently celebrated another birthday which shoves me further into my middle age, I am basically accepting now that singlehood is, barring some miracle of God, going to be my perpetual state. Asexuality is really a blessing if it allows a person to be free of constantly yearning for a partner who is not going to materialize. When I was younger, I used to pray to meet somebody, but I have shifted my focus into a more useful channel: How can I make the most of my life by myself? If someone else comes along to share in it, that would be great, but I no longer expect that to happen. I can't wait until I'm coupled to start experiencing my life fully, whether it be traveling certain places by myself or saving up to buy that comfortable sofa or 'good' towels/TV/laundry machines, what have you, for myself to enjoy alone. I'm in a sort of maudlin/introspective place on account of it being now just over two years since I joined this community (October 31, 2017) and I'm in a taking-stock mood. My own personal New Year has always tended to be at my birthday rather than January 1st, a time when I have to face up to the inevitable reality that i have once again disappointed myself by my progress through the year. The weather at present is not helping me feel more cheerful. The extra hour of sleep I got yesterday was appreciated but not so much when the bill--darkness at 5:30--comes due. I'm going away now and coming back when I feel more positive about life! The windows are getting smaller for that.
  20. I looked at this set when it first came out. As an inveterate Collector, I had to at least look. Apart from the engaging cover, there wasn't much to recommend this book to me as a purchase, especially since the commentary by Mofftiss was very sparse. As a first purchase, it would be all right--if one was satisfied to have all one's Conan Doyle curated for them by Mofftiss and had no intention of going any further into the Canon. As a fanboy/fangirl purchase of show-related merch, it taps all the buttons. Nineteen stories are a fairly generous amount. But all of this material is available for free on the Internet and/or in significantly cheaper editions, so the selling point is the amplifying material by the editors and they were a bit stinting with that. But what a shame it would be to stop there. If one is sufficiently interested in the source material that inspired Moffat and Gatiss for their passion project, how much better to press on and learn even more about the Great Detective in his natural habitat (Victorian London). This is a decent launchpad but there are deeper and more satisfying waters than this to dive into in Sherlockian literature. I can also recommend the essay collection About Sixty which is comprised of an essay each on all of Conan Doyle's works and why the author has selected it as 'the best'. Some of the authors are very well-known, but they all are extremely active in the Great Game. A very useful road map to what can feel like an overwhelming prospect--60 stories! That said, if I could find a copy for $7, I'd buy this for the cover of 'our guys' alone.
  21. Missed every time I think of him, which is often. I hope he has found peace.
  22. Hmm. I can't say that I ever found Cary Grant ever remotely like 'an ordinary fellow' in his movies, even if that's what the script said. Cary was just a cut above ordinary mortals even when he was doing those slapstick comedies in the 1930s. I have only seen NbNW once, and I can't recall precisely what Roger gave as his autobiography. He starts off as sort of a louche playboy type but gets sucked into perilous situations with bad people and gets to display derring do, physicality (even if it was mostly choreographed) and his romantic hunk side. All the elements of Bond, really. If Sean Connery had not existed, Cary Grant probably would have been my image of 'James Bond'. Rufus Sewell, another smoldering brunet said that Cary as Thornhill was his inspiration for his detective Aurelio Zen, the epitome of Italian suavity in three films for the BBC. Rufie was leaning insouciantly against a pillar in Rome while he said this, looking very Grant-esque. Let's just thank our lucky stars we didn't get Fleming's choice for his signature spy, bandleader Hoagy Carmichael!
  23. I had read this before but I double-checked myself. This info is available on the JamesBondfandom.com/Wiki/Cary Grant site. >>>>Bond producer Albert R. Broccoli was a close friend of Grant's and was the best man at his wedding. In the early 1960's when the Bond series was rolling around with their first film, Grant was the first person producers considered to play as the first James Bond because of his role as Roger Thornhill in Alfred Hitchcock's North By Northwest. Cary Grant had accepted the role, but he had wanted his contract to included only one film due to his old age of 58.[2] This caused producers to drop him and Sean Connery ultimately took the role as the first James Bond in 1962. Trivia James Mason, the person who had co-starred with Grant in North By Northwest, was also considered for the 007 role, but he had wanted his contract to include only two films.[3]<<<< Cary would have been smashing, but he was right--58 was too old to shoulder a franchise out of the gate. That was the same age that Roger Moore retired the role after 11 years and 6 films. Roger Thornhill is an alternate Bond and he's fab. The investment in Sean Connery certainly paid its dividends, but at the time, Cubby was taking a big gamble on a virtually unknown former lorry driver with one Disney credit (Darby O'Gill and the Little People) to his name. Cubby's second choice after CG, Roger Moore was otherwise engaged as Simon Templar on his hit show The Saint. Good news for Connery. Of course the Bond brass ring came 'round again for Roger after George Lazenby crashed and burned after a successful first at-bat. And Pierce Brosnan was the heir presumptive for Moore, but ABC refused to release PB from his contract for Remington Steele despite tanking ratings. PB would have to wait 12 years for the brass ring to come 'round his way again. In Pierce Brosnan, I feel that EON got the Cary Grant vibe, '90s edition. PB was a worthy successor to both the lighthearted wit of the Moore incarnation with the grittier action aspects and Celtic flavor of a Connery. Now that Dan Craig has brought Bond to retirement and his call sign has been reassigned to a black female, where do we see the franchise going? Will James Bond return, as he has been for almost 60 years, or are we at the end of the road? Discuss!
  24. Herlock, thanks for turning us onto the 'Sherlock Pod'. That was a great interview with SF and I look forward to diving into all the episodes. Guess this means I have to subscribe to the d@mn Tweetie as Craig Ferguson used to call it.
  25. After seeing Downton Abbey last week, I was feeling like I wanted to stay in the 1920s awhile longer. So I queued up a golden oldie, just to see what my feelings about it were some two decades after I watched it the first time CHARIOTS OF FIRE (1981) This Oscar winner for Best Picture follows (with considerable dramatic license) the path to the 1924 Paris Olympics for two rival track stars from Britain who, despite sharing a similar athletic gift, down to the same events, couldn't have been more different. Harold Abrahams (Ben Cross, aka Spock's father in the JJ Abrams Star Trek for anybody here under 40) arrives at Cambridge University with a gift for running fast and a huge chip on his shoulder; as a Jew, and a small minority in a sea of white Anglo-Saxon culture, he both studies for the bar and runs out of the intense need to prove that Jews are not an inferior race. He's a talented man, but not a happy one, nor especially popular, except to his best mate Aubrey (Nicholas Farrell), who functions in this story as the nominal narrator at times, in the manner of Nick Carroway to Jay Gatsby, his more enigmatic friend. As Abrahams and other members of the future British men's track and field team make their undergraduate progress through Cambridge, the narrative switches over to the Highlands of Scotland, where we meet Eric Liddell, aka, 'The Flying Scotsman' (Ian Charleson), the China-born son of Church of Scotland missionaries, whom God has blessed with a sublime gift of speed. Young Liddell is on his way to becoming a master orator as he prepares for a career in missionary service back in China, but he is persuaded to use his gift to represent Scotland at the Games. His form is all his own, but he runs for the sheer unadulterated pleasure in running well. "God made me fast, and when I run, I feel his pleasure," he said. In Paris, these two men and their diametrically opposed philosophies of running will collide, and their showdown is meant to be one of the highlights of these Games. Until, on the steamer over to France, Eric discovers that the heats for the 100-meter dash, his signature event, will be held on a Sunday. He takes a stand for his faith, and . . .the rest is history. ******* Is it a worthwhile view? Yes. Just don't expect it to move fast except for the parts where people are actually running. The pace is very sedate, but if the iconic scene of young men at the peak of their powers running in barefoot slo-mo on the beach to Vangelis's equally iconic score doesn't stir you, you should check your pulse. Ben Cross has remained active over the years; Nicholas Farrell is a familiar face as a frequent guest star in British TV dramas--he was the baby of this group at only 26. Sadly, Ian Charleson passed away in 1990 from complications of AIDS, virtually the first celebrity death in Britain attributed to the epidemic. Before his untimely death, he'd had a triumph on the stage as what many critics consider to be the definitive Hamlet. Learning of his death puts me in mind of the A.E. Houseman poem that has stuck with me since senior year of high school. "To an Athlete Dying Young" The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. Today, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields where glory does not stay, And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose. Eyes the shady night has shut Cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears. Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man. So set, before its echoes fade, The fleet foot on the sill of shade, And hold to the low lintel up The still-defended challenge-cup. And round that early-laurelled head Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead, And find unwithered on its curls The garland briefer than a girl’s.
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