Wednesday, February 14, 2007

You've been a long way away...

Took a break from watching the rather dull news and managed to catch the end of Brief Encounter.

I think that this is the most romantic film ever made. He may have been a poof, but Nöel Coward managed to understand women in the way that no straight man I've ever met can. And to have Rachmaninoff's Second piano concerto running throughout was genius.

So there we were, eyes glued to the screen as we were waiting for Trevor Howard's train to arrive on the platform for the last time when my (male) colleague shouts out:

"Why don't they just get a hotel room and shag"

Because then it would just be the same old, same old tat which is churned out and forgotten. You know the kind; He's some power hungry, successful and yet emotionally retarded business man and she's the plain secretary (by 'plain' I mean that she wears glasses but it tall and willowy with breasts like sleeping kittens)and they end up happily, and predictably ever after once the girls in the wardrobe department have done a make over...

And it wouldn't have lines like:

This can't last. This misery can't last. I must remember that and try to control myself. Nothing lasts really. Neither happiness nor despair. Not even life lasts very long. They'll come a time in the future when I shan't mind about this anymore. But I can look back and say quite peacefully and cheerfully how silly I was. No, no I don't want that time to come hither. I want to remember every minute, always, always to the end of my days.

Or make women all over the world sob and weep and collapse in a heap when Fred says:

You've been a long way away...Thank you for coming back to me.


I think I may cry into my valentine's apple which the fruit man on the corner gave me...*sob*

5 comments:

Chippy said...

Isn't poetry found in the oddest of places? It's like thinking you see somebody blowing you a kiss when it's only a dog walking away from you. Or seeing a supernova when you looking in the toilet and see the blue water and... Well, my point is
I love Lean's movies but I always shy away from watching that one. I think the premise is just so utterly sad and I never need more reasons to feel miserable as it is. Of course, it could be very uplifting if you think their love will never fade.

Or perhaps there's not enough toilet duck in the film.

james higham said...

Now isn't that interesting. Like Chippy, I think of blue water in a bowl when I think of you. Wonder if DK has anything to do with that? You do realize I started to come on to you in a post and then realized it was DK's blog, after I'd clicked. Well, that's Valentines Day for you.

Trixy said...

Make a change from bloggers coming on to DK, I suppose...

Mr Eugenides said...

Gosh, what an interesting comment thread I've discovered!

Can one "come on" to someone else in a blog post? And if so, how does one do this?

I've got 364 days to make it work...

Trixy said...

It can be via the blog itself, or in person. It's really up to you, Mr E.

This thread appears to be using my used tampon description, which, I think you will agree, is unusual for a romantic conversation...