This was a brilliant Worldcon talk (one of only two single-speaker events I was able to attend, the speaker at the other one being me). It was the keynote speech for the academic track of programming, and basically involved Karen Hellekson talking us through a theory of fanvids - comparing and contrasting (as I had never thought to do) the various attempts to reconstruct lost episodes with some of the reinterpretations of the Whoniverse undertaken by the fan community. These were my favourite three of the dozen or so that she showed:
An alternative trailer for the 50th anniversary, by VG984:
"Papa Don't Preach", the story of Jack Harkness becoming pregnant by the Master but staying with Ianto despite the Doctor's disapproval (36MB download)
As explained by Helge von Niswandt and colleaguies; non-German-speakers will appreciate the tone of the Terribly Serious Explanation even if you can't understand it.
For years I have been fascinated by the Gliding Dance of the Maidens chorus from the Polovtsian dances of Borodin's opera, Prince Igor. That earwormy tune has been subject to various interpretations over the decades since it was first produced. ( Here are several of them.Collapse )
This entry is long enough, and if you have listened to even one of these clips you are probably thoroughly earwormed for the rest of the day, but I just want to give one last shout out to Natasha Morozova, here performing in Sydney. I'm off to enjoy the good weather now.
I'd been wanting to see this since reading about it in Ciaran Carson's The Star Factory, for purely personal interest reasons - the setting in Belfast, the connection with Doctor Who - but it really is a brilliant film in its own right. Even though you pretty much know what is going to happen right from the very beginning - terrorist bank raid goes wrong, the wounded leader staggers around the city pursued by friend and foe alike - the tension is maintained throughout. James Mason is superb as the central character, suffering angst and flashbacks, inspiring loyalty and love; and the whole thing is beautifully directed with great background music.
The approach to Belfast is ... peculiar. The film starts with a fantastic establishment shot from the air, coming in over the Lagan and zooming in on the Albert Clock and High Street (also the setting of the climax); but at one point we see the police inspecting a map of a completely fictional unnamed city on the edge of the fictional Fernagh Lough. However the trams in this city clearly go up the Falls Road! And while most of the adult actors seem to have southern Irish accents (basically because they were recruited from the Abbey Theatre in Dublin) the extras are definitely from Belfast - there's a beautiful scene with a dozen kids who the BBC was trying to track down recently.
And there's William Hartnell - only in two scenes, as Mr Fancy, the barman in charge of the "Four Winds" saloon (clearly based on The Crown, but equally clearly a studio set rather than the real thing), and sixteen years away from becoming Doctor Who: he none the less has a couple of very characteristic moments. His second scene has been Youtubed here and here: look at the way his eyes are moving about 1:25 into the first clip - we've certainly seen that before! - and listen his rant for the first half-minute of the second clip - very Doctor-ish until he uses the unnervingly colloquial word "quid"!
It has been widely reported that Al Gore is the first person to win both an Oscar and Nobel prize in the same year, though apparently this is technically incorrect (as the Oscar did not go to him personally). Here is a Youtube clip of the one person who indisputably did win both an Oscar and a Nobel Prize, speaking at a dinner to introduce Albert Einstein, on 27 October 1930, in the type of Dublin accent that one really doesn't hear any more:
I was going to do a serious post about the new EU reform treaty, and how the UK's political discourse around it is totally absurd and lopsided. But then I decided to write about this important topic instead (I have been brewing this post for almost three years, since stellanovainspired me). I hope these entertain you as much as they entertained me.
Nick Cave, 1997. This is the performance of a tortured artist who loves this song. If it had been directed by someone prepared to rein him in, it would have been fantastic. As it is, it is memorable but painful.
Liberace, 1960s. Much better than I had expected - almost variations on a theme of Weill. No singing, just piano.
The Achordants, 2007. 15 blokes doing the male voice choir thing. Works rather well.
Bobby Darin, 1959. Very much a fifties "big band" style production. Joyous to listen to, but to be honest a little embarrassing to watch. Inspired many others, including:
Louis Armstrong, 1962. The performance that inspired a hundred imitators, none of whom could match either Armstrong's trumpet-playing or his more understated menace.
Ella Fitzgerald, 1965. Cuddly Ella sings a nice song which shows off her superb voice very well. (We'll just forget that it's about murder, rape and violence, OK?)
Westlife, 2006. Certainly the worst of the performances in terms of getting the song. Although they are in tune, they seem to be reading the lines of the autocue at various points. The rolling subtitles of trivia about Westlife's personal history add extra shallowness to what is already a superficial performance.
Second week of school is always bug week, and both F and U went down with colds on Wednesday, which was also the day I went to London for two days of work meetings - thanks very much to clanwilliam and gmh for your hospitality!
By the time I was on Eurostar on Friday evening my throat was feeling pretty raw as well, and I got home to find Anne in pretty much the same state. And yesterday B (who returned home a week ago) started the morning by gently puking upstairs. By the late afternoon U was in misery, and her temperature had soared to 40.8 (105.8 in your antiquated counting) so we called the doctor, who prescribed antibiotics and suggested we take her to hospital for a lung X-ray if she hadn't improved by today. (F has recovered fully.)
However; things have improved. I cooked a large chicken curry last night, and B, despite her earlier stomach complaints, dug into it gleefully, with no apparent ill effects (indeed, if anything, the reverse). That cheered me up as well; communicating with B is not easy and I feel that cooking her food she enjoys is one of the special things I can do for her. And by the end of the evening, U had also perked up, helping us watch classic music videos off YouTube; this one sent her into peals of laughter. Which is reassuring, at least on most levels.
My throat is still sore but improving. Why is it these bugs usually hit you at the weekend?
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