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*