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Showing posts with label It's A Wonderful Life (film). Show all posts
Showing posts with label It's A Wonderful Life (film). Show all posts

Sunday, 1 January 2017


New year's eve came and went, a night I have never particularly been a fan of. Going out is never as good as you think it is going to be and you just end up waiting to be served in a crowded bar that has had the cheek to charge entry. We went for breakfast in Sherwood at the same place as last time, and did a few charity shops. My main purchase was a copy of The Mystery of Edwin Drood by Charles Dickens, another one that I bought full of intentions to expand my Dickens reading beyond the Christmas stories and will probably just end up on my bookshelves forgotten about with the others. My reading pile is bordering on the ridiculous at the moment with about ten unread books neglected while I am too busy to sit and read, and hopefully I will remain busy through the year ahead although I will be devoting a lot of time to reading and listening to music. By listening to music I mean for enjoyment, simply sitting there and listening to an album all the way through like people used to do rather than using music as background noise. It isn't that I don't enjoy listening to new music for the podcast, but it does seem to become part of my job and the last thing I want is for it to be a chore. 

When my daughter Emily was a child (and I am now old enough to refer to my daughter being a child in the past tense) and used to spend the Christmas holiday with us, our tradition was to watch Christmas films until midnight and go out to watch the fireworks. Christmas party nibbles played a part and Mandi and I have carried this on ourselves while Emily is probably out at a party. We have a curry with all the trimmings while I watched Peter Cook & Dudley Moore: The Missing Sketches, a programme that suffered from an almighty amount of padding. While it was interesting to see these bits of work that suffered from the ridiculous wiping policy of the 1960s, the show relied far too heavily on talking heads and that horrible thing commercial channels do these days where half of the programme is 'coming up' and 'previously'. Far better was the Victor Lewis Smith documentary that was on a little while ago.

We haven't come anywhere near watching our collection of Christmas films, in fact we didn't last year either because we watch all my versions of A Christmas Carol. However last night 2016 fell away while we watched It's A Wonderful Life, a story with parallels to A Christmas Carol that I read deeper and deeper into every time I watch. 

Nobody from Buckingham Palace has formally announced that the Queen is dead yet, at least if they announce it now then nobody will mention the curse of 2016.

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Sunday, 28 December 2014

A dressing gown and sofa kind of a day.

Yesterday was very much an indoor affair as we wound down from the festive whirlwind and decided not to bother doing anything strenuous. If it hadn’t been for Jack’s need to go for a walk I wouldn’t have even bothered to get dressed. My attire for the park was all fished out of the laundry basket and as soon as I returned home I was back in my pyjama bottoms, slippers, and an old Converse sweatshirt that is almost more holes than garment these days but one of those comfy items of clothing that you can’t stand to throw away.

My workaholic tendencies got the better of me in the morning (I say morning, I mean some time after I woke up) and I went upstairs into my office for a few hours with the intention of sorting out the music for the podcast, catching up on my blog, answering some emails (as there were over one thousand unread emails I decided to call my inbox a work in progress) and recording the podcast. I did very little of this list, although I did sort the music for the podcast but I just couldn’t get motivated. As much as I wasn’t to roll up my sleeves and start working again, I am aware that from January 1st I will be promising myself that I will do some work every single one of the 365 days so my brain wants to build up to that and still be in holiday mode for now.

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Time is running out before the collection of Christmas films are packed away with the decorations, so we watched It’s A Wonderful Life yesterday afternoon. Having done so much research into A Christmas Carol my eyes were open to the similarities between the two stories on this viewing, more so than when I’ve watched this film on previous occasions. After tea we set up a coffee table spread of cheese and crackers, pickles, cold meat, and nuts and ate and washed it down with sherry simply because the time of the year permits it.

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Friday, 22 August 2014

Once again I find myself behind on my work, although I have made some good progress on The Woolworths Related Documentary (working title) and what I have written so far is pretty good, if I say so myself. Monday is a Bank Holiday so I won’t get anything done then, but I have a relatively easy job for the next two weeks finishing the audio book of Whatever Happened To Nathan McKenzie? Although I could still feasibly get the Woolworths script finished I would be really pushing it to have it filmed in time for his Christmas. Due to its theme (Woolworths, the clue was in the title) I do want it to be released at Christmas so would be willing to wait until next year. Christmas just hasn’t been the same since the shops closed down in 2008 so to have this available would go some way to plugging the void left by the lack of elaborate Christmas adverts. As nice as it would be to have one of my ideas finally out in the open, I want things to be right with it; you wouldn’t watch It’s A Wonderful Life in the middle of the year. Although TWRD isn’t exactly dripping with tinsel and glitter, it will still be marketed as a Christmas special and as such should only be viewed up to the 6th January. I’ll be releasing plenty of other things in December so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have the film out as I might end up annoying the very people I want to be buying and enjoying my work.

Part of the reason I have been so slap-dash in my work is the discovery of series five of Frasier on YouTube. We will still have to buy the series on DVD to complete the set, but with the DVDs being like rocking horse shit at least we can watch the series before we start on series six on DVD. It isn’t ideal watching it on a laptop, especially as you’re only watching a YouTube size screen as full screen mode pixilates the picture and makes it buffer, but it satisfies our need to continue. It could be worse; there was a time when YouTube only allowed videos up to ten minutes in length so watching a television programme or a film had to be done in stages. Honestly, we don’t know we’re born these days.

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Thursday, 2 January 2014


New Year’s Day just wouldn’t be right without Mary Poppins, even though the idiots in charge of television keep broadcasting it on the wrong day. We will not be thwarted though, we simply don’t watch it when they decide, and you can’t make us watch when you want us to Mr. BBC.

We still seem to have a fair amount of party food left in the house, so we loaded up the coffee table and sat down for what is in my opinion the third best film ever (The Blues Brothers being number one and It’s A Mad Mad Mad Mad World at number two).

Although I’ve seen this film hundreds of times before, I made a new discovery this time around. Actually it wasn’t so much a discovery as a theory.

We know that Mary Poppins (always the full name of course) arrived not so much to look after the children, but to sort out the lives of the family unit as a whole, mending the distant relationship between the children and their somewhat dictatorial father. However, I came to the conclusion that Bert arrived at the same time to help. We never learn anything about Bert’s home life, and he seems to always be in the right place at the right time to win the trust of the children and eventually (because the mother has an engagement, Mary Poppins has the day off, and Ellen the maid seemingly can’t be arsed and wouldn’t look after the children “for an ‘undred quid”) the parents. Surely Bert is magical too? Or maybe he and Mary Poppins are working as a team? The film provides very little in the way of a back story, but Bert is every bit as manipulative towards George Banks as Mary Poppins; the scene between them as Bert cleans up after filling the house with dancing chimney sweeps is one of the most moving exchanges in the whole film.

You're a man of 'igh position
Esteemed by your peers
And when your little tykes are cryin'
You 'aven't time to dry their tears
And see them grateful little faces
Smilin' up at you
Because their dad, 'e always knows
Just what to do
You've got to grind, grind, grind
At that grindstone
Though child'ood slips like sand through a sieve
And all too soon they've up grown
And then they've flown
And it's too late for you to give
Just that spoonful of sugar
To 'elp the medicine go down
The medicine go down, the medicine go down
(c) Disney
The above passage from ‘A Man Has Dreams’ is sung by Bert as if he is siding with George Banks, but is obviously intended as a criticism. Later in the film when the whole cast go out flying kites, he is suddenly a kite salesman.

It is a long time since I read the books by P.L. Travers, and I haven’t read every single one, so I can’t remember how significant a role Bert had throughout. I do seem to remember him being referred to as a match seller, but can’t remember much else.

With Bert being in all the right places, I therefore also wondered if that is the (unmentioned) reason for Dick Van Dyke also playing the part of Mr. Dawes Snr, because it is simply Bert in disguise. Mr. Dawes Snr did after all share the laughter/floatation affliction. Another theory is that Mr. Dawes Jnr is Bert’s father, and that Bert was cast out of the banking side of the family, and took on the guardian angel role alongside Mary Poppins, who is actually his sister. Although if they were siblings, there would be no need for Mary Poppins to thank Bert for never ‘pressing his advantage’ (an expression it took years for me to understand). Right opposite the bank where George Banks works, sits the bird woman. Is she another all knowing figure working with Mary Poppins and Bert to help people to ‘see past the nose on their face’? She could possibly be Mary Poppins’s mother, so if she and Bert are siblings, she is merely sitting on the steps to keep a guiding eye on her husband (Mr. Dawes Jnr) who doesn’t possess the family magic powers. Perhaps Mr. Dawes Jnr, in the final sequence, ‘gains his wings’ to reference It’s A Wonderful Life, in giving George Banks the promotion thus awarding him the magic powers. This could be why the bird woman (his wife) stops following him to work as she is no longer needed.

They also both called the laughing floating man ‘Uncle Albert’.

Although Christmas is never mentioned in the film, Mary Poppins has all of the elements that make up the Christmas film formula. George Banks is a combination of the distant workaholic father, and Ebenezer Scrooge; both too wrapped up in themselves to appreciate how much love there is in the world. Mary Poppins and Bert are doing the work of Clarence, (the guardian angel in It’s A Wonderful Life), Fred Astaire’s mysterious everyman in The Man In The Santa Claus Suit, and Buddy the Elf in making these people see that they play an important role in their family’s affections.

Right at the beginning of the film as the wind changes direction, Bert looks wistfully up at the sky and sings that he “can’t put me finger on what lies in store, but I feel what’s to happen all happened before”, an obvious reference to Mary Poppins coming to the rescue once again. When they first meet in the film, Bert recognises her silhouette on the pavement and she in turn remarks that it is good to see him again. Could Mary Poppins be either a time traveler, or a magically ageless woman of unknown age who was once Bert’s nanny? (The fact that she could have been Bert’s nanny in his childhood has been mentioned before somewhere, although I can’t remember where). I remember it being alluded to in the books that she could have also been George Banks’s nanny, but she operates some kind of memory wipe once she’s helped the family and upped sticks. That would explain why one minute Jane and Michael were crying at her for leaving, but when they went to fly a kite with their suddenly nice parents, they didn’t even look back, because she had made them forget.

On the other hand, maybe I should stop trying to analyse a children’s film?

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Saturday, 28 December 2013

Saturday 28th December

My daughter Emily is now at home with us for a little bit of a second Christmas, it is great to have her here given that we hardly see each other these days. I collected her yesterday and we opened presents when we got back to Nottingham. When she came down in the summer she had gone back to being talkative and a good laugh, and I had hoped that she would be carrying that on this time around. Although she is still talkative, unfortunately she has re-super glued her phone to her hand and hardly put it down. This is due to her now having a boyfriend, which of course is a natural part of being a teenager, although I refrained from asking too many questions as I didn’t really want to know the answers.

For someone who once upon a time used to love taking pictures of herself, Emily was reluctant to join me in a ‘delfie’ (a selfie with my dog, they can be seen on my Facebook page, which you are free to ‘like’ if you want to be kept informed of any work related activity), but I eventually got her to do one.

My dad and nana came round this afternoon for lunch and a chance to catch up with Emily, and I’m pleased to report that she did in fact talk and join in with the conversations. However, it was difficult to get her to watch a film without her using her phone every five minutes. We watched The Santa Clause (which I can’t remember watching last year) and It’s A Wonderful Life, which I’m sure everyone watches every year. Unfortunately, I fell asleep during It’s A Wonderful Life so now will have to wait until next Christmas to see it again.

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Monday, 16 December 2013

Monday 16th December

For someone who really enjoys this time of the year, I am having a hard time with Christmas this year. My spirit of the season just won’t rise to the surface and no amount of Christmas films or food seems to be helping. It could be that I am jaded by the commercialism surrounding Christmas, although that has never really bothered me before as I certainly don’t observe the religious element of the season.

I recently read an article, (although I unfortunately can’t remember the author) in which it was suggested that we only have Christmas every four years. This is something I will return to in a minute.

One of the annual festive film viewings for my daughter and I was the straight-to-video Sesame Street feature Elmo Saves Christmas. The plot centres on the annoying character Elmo waiting up for Santa Claus on Christmas Eve, and Santa giving Elmo a snow globe that grants wishes. Elmo thinks that this would be a wonderful thing that everybody will be thankful for. However, back in the North Pole an alarm goes off alerting the elves to get back to work making toys for the next day, as every day is now Christmas Day. Santa enlisted a trainee reindeer to help Elmo travel through time (I haven’t seen this film for ages so I’m only going from memory) and see the consequence of his wish. They travel forward to Easter and meet a pissed off Easter bunny who is now having to compete with the fact that it is Christmas Day, and sings the song ‘Give Your Friend An Easter Egg For Christmas’ to emphasise his displeasure. They also see what Christmas Day will be like on Independence Day, Halloween and Thanksgiving. By the time they travel forward to the next December 25th, Christmas is no longer anything special and the world is a much sadder place. Big Bird is sad because his best friend Mr. Snuffleupagus has gone away to visit his grandmother and can’t return because there are no buses on Christmas Day and he can’t write to his friend because there is no post. The Fix-It shop run by Louis and Maria has gone out of business due to being closed on Christmas Day and as a result the street is littered with broken electrical appliances, everyone is fed up of It’s A Wonderful Life being broadcast every single day, nobody has a voice left as they have been singing carols for the last 365 days, Christmas trees are endangered and Santa Claus is contemplating retirement. Worst of all, the elves have become so tired and overworked that they have started to make very shoddy toys.

Elmo comes to his senses of course (spoiler alert), and realizes that if every day was Christmas then Christmas wouldn’t be special. All of this brings me to the original point I was going to make. I think every four years is stretching things a little, but I do think that Christmas on alternate years is something to consider.

We all like to complain about the fact that Christmas starts to appear in the shops in the summer, but we don’t do anything about it. Why don’t we boycott the shops that start celebrating Christmas when we’re still wearing shorts? If we started the Christmas shopping and preparations on the first of December then the shops would see how pointless the whole thing is. By the time December rolls around we (by ‘we’ I mean ‘I’) have grown tired of the sight of Christmas.

If we reduced Christmas to every other December, we could build up that level of anticipation that we used to have as children when Christmas was the best thing ever. I am all for the idea of skipping next Christmas and carrying on as normal, but celebrating the season of goodwill in 2015. As an adult you tend to forget what Christmas meant to you as a child, because of all the work involved for a start but also because Christmas isn’t really for grownups.

Of course I have to convince Mandi about this plan, which will never happen as she loves Christmas. One of the things that attracted me to her in the first place (although I haven’t seen the full list) was that I love Christmas as much as she did. She had ex-boyfriends who didn’t celebrate, and my own ex-wife was the least Christmassy person imaginable; she only put a tree up instead of decorating the whole house and all her decorations were the same colour.

The advantages are huge though. You have an even longer gap between viewings of the Christmas films in your collection, you have longer to organise it, if money is a problem then you have longer to budget, and you don’t have to put up with six months of marketing. I want this to become a reality, and in the spirit of the season I’d like to wish my blog readers a Merry Christmas for now and 2015.

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Thursday, 7 March 2013

I've mentioned it every week so I can't not write about the final episode in the series of Derek. Ricky Gervais certainly ended the series on a high, leaving Karl Pilkington's Dougie in charge of the only laugh-out-loud moments, and concentrating on wringing every drop of pathos out of what has been an outstanding series. Every episode so far has made the eyes swell, but last night it was full on tears and sobs from the very start with Lizzie's husband talking about how he copes with his wife's dementia. What has been a major selling point of this series, is how sensitively it has been handled. Unbelievably, there will still be people who think that Ricky Gervais is mocking people with learning difficulties, even though we don't know for sure that he has.

The rare display of anger from Derek at the suggestion that he meets his estranged father was interesting, as we haven't seen that side of him before. The talking heads from Hannah and Dougie about Derek were tear jerking enough, (long suffering Dougie admitting that Derek has the outlook on life that he wishes for), but what came next was a masterstroke. Kevin admitting that he had wasted his life, and that he envied Derek was a scene that nobody saw coming at all, it reached out from the television and punched you in the face, it was that powerful. The Kevin character has always felt a little bit strange and disjointed, and I struggled at first to see the point in this distraction. However, now we see why he was there all along, and it was a beautiful scene. The best bit was saved until the end though, when Derek snubbed his father at the funeral and we saw the funeral car pass the old man. That moment when Derek got out of the car and ran towards his long-lost father and hugged him was the moment that both Mandi and myself broke into uncontrollable sobs. It'll be interesting to see what happens to this new character in the next series. Ricky Gervais only makes two series and a special, so the last time we see Derek and his 'family' will be a hugely emotional episode. Let's face it, there were tears at the final edition of The Office, (in fact I am on record as saying that it is every bit as heart warming as It's A Wonderful Life), and the Celebrity Big Brother monologue in Extras also moistened the eye sockets. If he has that effect with comedy, then I'd better start stocking up on tissues now.
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Monday, 28 November 2011

I am currently reading Miracle On Regent Street by Ali Harris.

This is a new book, although it confused me at first to see 1997 as the publication date. It didn't register as strange until Facebook was mentioned, as in 1997 there was barely an Internet, so Facebook was not even an idea scrawled on the back of Mark Zuckerberg's cigarette packet. In fact, we hadn't even joined Myspace in 1997, I doubt we had even registered with Friends Reunited.

Anyway, I read most of the book on my journey home yesterday, and have a little bit of it yet to go. However, I don't think it too early on to fully recommend this book to anyway, to men and women. While I'm reading it I am picturing it, it helps that I know the locations, and imagining the film version. I know I'll cry at the end, as there has already been one 'eye-swell point' and I'm only on page 332 of a book that finishes on page 486. If Miracle On Regent Street doesn't result in a queue of people waiting in turn to get on their knees and beg Ali Harris for the film rights then there is no justice in the world.

In every house there lives the collection of Christmas films that come out at this time of year, and guarantee tears. Hopefully this book will be turned into one of them. Miracle On Regent Street deserves a place alongside It's A Wonderful Life in the genre of Christmas feelgood tearjerker movies.

Ali Harris, you can quote me on that!