Sir,
You are quite out of effing order insinuating I have but a smattering of knowledge on the subject in question. Although a woman, I have seen fit to acqaint myself quite thouroughly on the matter, when not entertaining gentlemen callers.
Miss Smorgs.
(thank Christ that corsets off - it were killing me tits)
x
I have done a little research and discovered that Hannibal Lecter is a figment of the imagination of one Thomas Harris who seems to have specialised in catering to the voyeuristic instincts of people with some rather odd interests. A species of energy so to speak like Flaubert's Spendius who had no voyeuristic instincts of any kind due to him having served his time in the trading of women. Like Lady Bracknell in The Importance of Being Earnest or Mrs Western in Tom Jones.
But as we seem to be in the business of comparing each other to imaginary phantoms I suppose I have been granted the right to say that DP reminds me of The Medusa.
smorgsie dear-
We can never expect more than a smattering of knowledge about anyone least of all someone from another world and as buttoned up as Mrs Gaskell was.
I was not being insulting-- merely accurate.
You are too sensitive.
spendius wrote: like Flaubert's Spendius who had no voyeuristic instincts of any kind due to him having served his time in the trading of women. Like Lady Bracknell in The Importance of Being Earnest or Mrs Western in Tom Jones.
What about Nico Constantine?
(The Bitch, Jackie Collins)
x
Now, you know that's not true...
If I were 'too sensitive', I wouldn't be on here.
Say sorry.
Now say sorry Miss Smorgs.
x
Miss?? I would feel silly saying "Miss" to a lady of such experience and respectability.
Weren't those ladies in Cranford funny though. I saw that bollocking one of them administered to the lad up the tree just before he fell down and caused the Dr Kildare character to jump into radical, decisive action. I gather he saved the arm.
I creased myself on the scene that showed him riding the horse across a barren landscape to go to Manchester for the latest hi-tech kit with all the lady viewers urging him forward with wringing hands.
It was a long way from Going For Gold.
who wrote this cranfield stuff anyway? Jane Austen?
Misread that as Austin. But then it should have been Healey, not Jane.
Did you know, btw, that Bentley is Volkswagen's brand realising the highest profit?
I thought I was good at changing the subject, but Walter, that takes the biscuit.
I didn't know that Walt and now I do, and for which may I thank you for your time and trouble, I am quite grateful. I hope I can remove the memory of it in the pub and if not I will have to accept that is seared on my brain until such time as it fades away gradually. Or that I do.
What do you think actually happened at Northern Rock?
Steve wrote-
Quote:who wrote this cranfield stuff anyway?
It's a cut and paste job by those three ladies I mentioned using Mrs Gaskell's writings as a rough guide. It's quite funny if you watch the actors at work. It is a job you know. Health and Safety, Worker's Rights, Union rules, expenses claims, prop faking, basic bodily functions. On location often. Then you wonder why these cars on the motorway.
It really is very silly. All tart's knickersie.
Ahhhhhh! London is so cold recently! I didn't know cities got this cold. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Get some long-johns Queenie and one of those hairy vests that tickle all day. You'll be as warm as a little furry creature hibernating.
Or as snug as a bug in a rug.
Artists are supposed to starve in icy garrets.
Do they not teach you that under the Arts Council Grants whatsit?
Did you know that David Lynch worked as a dishwasher in Hollywood for years and everytime he managed to save up a few dollars he bought film with them and eventually put Eraserhead together.
Mornin' all!
Have a good day.
x
I certainly will. I recorded Gabby from last night and I'll watch it now. What's Eraserhead?
The setting of the film seems to be a sort of industrial wasteland. Electric lights continually flicker, sewer pipes constantly leak, and a mechanical humming sound is ubiquitous. Henry Spencer (Jack Nance) is a printer who is "on vacation". He gives off an air of nervousness, but makes few direct complaints about his life situation. At the start of the film, Henry, who has not heard from his girlfriend, Mary X (Charlotte Stewart) for a while, mistakenly believes that she has ended their relationship. He is invited to have dinner with Mary and her parents at their house, where he is told that Mary has given birth to a baby after an abnormally short pregnancy. Henry is then obliged to marry her.
Mary and the baby move into Henry's one-room apartment. The baby is hideously deformed, with barely any human characteristics and is very reptilian in appearance. The baby has a large snout-nose with slit nostrils, a pencil-thin neck, the eyes are both on the opposite sides of its head, no ears and its body is covered in bandages. It continually whines throughout the night.
A sleep-deprived Mary abandons Henry and the baby. After Mary leaves, Henry must care for the baby by himself, and he becomes involved in a series of strange events. These include bizarre encounters with the Lady in the Radiator (Laurel Near), a woman with grotesquely distended cheeks who lives in his radiator (she sings the iconic song "In Heaven"); visions of the ominous Man in the Planet (Jack Fisk); and a sexual liaison with his neighbor, the Beautiful Girl Across the Hall (Judith Anna Roberts).
The film's title comes from a dream sequence occurring during the last half hour of the film. In it, Henry's head detaches from his body, sinks into a growing pool of blood on a tile floor, falls from the sky, and, finally, lands on an empty street and cracks open. A young boy (Thomas Coulson) finds Henry's broken head and takes it to a pencil factory, where Paul (Darwin Joston), the desk clerk, is rendered speechless by the gruesome sight and summons his ill-tempered boss (Neil Moran) to the front desk by repeatedly pushing a buzzer. The boss, angered by the summons, yells at Paul, but regains his composure when he sees what the little boy has brought. The boss and the boy carry the head to a back room where the Pencil Machine Operator (Hal Landon, Jr.) takes a core sample of Henry's brain, assays it, and determines that it is a serviceable material for pencil erasers. The boy is then paid for bringing in Henry's head.
Shortly after waking from this dream, Henry seeks out the Beautiful Girl Across the Hall, but he finds her at her apartment with another man. The baby then begins to laugh, and Henry takes a pair of scissors and cuts open the baby's bandages, which turn out to be part of its flesh (or simply what is holding all of its organs together). By cutting the bandages, Henry splits open the baby's body and exposes its vital organs. As the baby screams in pain, Henry stabs its heart with the scissors. This causes the apartment's electricity to overload, and as the lights flicker on and off, an apparition of the baby's head, grown to an enormous size, materializes in the apartment. The last scene features Henry being embraced by the Lady in the Radiator.
spendius wrote:I have done a little research and discovered that Hannibal Lecter is a figment of the imagination of one Thomas Harris who seems to have specialised in catering to the voyeuristic instincts of people with some rather odd interests. A species of energy so to speak like Flaubert's Spendius who had no voyeuristic instincts of any kind due to him having served his time in the trading of women. Like Lady Bracknell in The Importance of Being Earnest or Mrs Western in Tom Jones.
But as we seem to be in the business of comparing each other to imaginary phantoms I suppose I have been granted the right to say that DP reminds me of The Medusa.
Why thank you. That's my favorite Gorgon.
Oh my God this is so funny
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=z93Kvl3YMWQ
roflmaoawmk
(rolling on the floor laughing my ass off and wetting my knickers)
