After the great Maggie Smith’s passing earlier this week, I wanted to re-watch The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie. Unable to find it on streaming, I settled for another of her classic roles: 1987’s The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne on Criterion, directed by Jack Clayton and based on the novel by Brian Moore (it’s available
I sought out The Prime of Miss Jean Broadie after her passing and, naturally, her self-posessession and devil-may-care eviseration of nit-wits shone from the start. Such a life and loss.
Ladies in Lavender streaming on Kanopy. Spinster-core. Cornwall seaside. Tea, convalescence, sisters disagreeing. If you drift off there's no need to back up, it's all mood
I believe Judith lives in Belfast; when I read the book and watched the movie, I thought that Belfast must have had a lot in common with the Toronto of the 1950s. Practically the same town, run by the Orangemen?
You're right about the excess. A beautiful movie until it crosses into sadism. Really, I thought? You had to torture her THAT much? Come on, Moore.
I love that book and did not know there was a movie, although I'm not sure if I can believe that Maggie Smith would allow herself that much suffering in silence. Perhaps that's mental typecasting?
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I sought out The Prime of Miss Jean Broadie after her passing and, naturally, her self-posessession and devil-may-care eviseration of nit-wits shone from the start. Such a life and loss.
Ladies in Lavender streaming on Kanopy. Spinster-core. Cornwall seaside. Tea, convalescence, sisters disagreeing. If you drift off there's no need to back up, it's all mood
Sounds up my alley
I believe Judith lives in Belfast; when I read the book and watched the movie, I thought that Belfast must have had a lot in common with the Toronto of the 1950s. Practically the same town, run by the Orangemen?
You're right about the excess. A beautiful movie until it crosses into sadism. Really, I thought? You had to torture her THAT much? Come on, Moore.
The book is set in Belfast, and the movie relocated the plot to Dublin. But the conservatism is recognizable either way!
I love that book and did not know there was a movie, although I'm not sure if I can believe that Maggie Smith would allow herself that much suffering in silence. Perhaps that's mental typecasting?
We sadly don't get many barbs. Although the steeliness is evident in a few scenes.