I'm liking it but not as much as I figured I would. My mother told me she thought I wouldn't like it, which later transpired not to have been based upon having read the book herself but upon the fact that as a kid I had not wanted to watch the BBC adaptation: I am not sure how this works, as I would have been minus one years of age at the time
Favourite moment so far: an ancient punch-and-judy man tells a priest "I have played a christmas play on that night since pagan times, so to speak."
I know nothing about Masefield, so uh: C/D, S&D, RFI, usw.
― thom west (thom w), Saturday, 25 January 2003 21:10 (twenty-three years ago)
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Saturday, 25 January 2003 21:19 (twenty-three years ago)
― David (David), Saturday, 25 January 2003 23:17 (twenty-three years ago)
masefield was poet laureate, rather implausibly with hindsight. this wz my godfather's favourite poem, so i quite like it too, as my godfather wz a nice man who i miss
Sea-Fever
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tideIs a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
― mark s (mark s), Sunday, 26 January 2003 01:39 (twenty-three years ago)
― Amarga (Amarga), Sunday, 26 January 2003 10:57 (twenty-three years ago)
The BBC adaptation was shown twice, the second time two years after it was made.
― caitlin (caitlin), Sunday, 26 January 2003 16:23 (twenty-three years ago)
Quinquereme of Nineveh from distant OphirRowing home to haven in sunny PalestineWith a cargo of ivory, apes and peacocksSandalwood, cedarwood and sweet white wine
Stately Spanish galleon [something something] isthmusDipping ?through the tropics by the palm-green shoresWith a cargo of diamonds, emeralds, amethystsTopazes, cinnamon and gold moidores
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smokestackButting through the Channel in the mad March daysWith a cargo of Tyne coal, road rail, pig-leadFirewood, ironware and cheap tin trays.
― rener (rener), Monday, 27 January 2003 11:42 (twenty-three years ago)
― Alan (Alan), Monday, 27 January 2003 11:44 (twenty-three years ago)
― Tom (Groke), Monday, 27 January 2003 11:54 (twenty-three years ago)
Having heard all the hype abt the expense (£1m sounds like next to nothing now) I remember being disappointed by some of the scenes. For example, the transformation scene when Hern the Hunter becomes a stag was very well done, but the Wild Wood that he & Kay go walking in has a "cardboard cut-out" look to it (see also the contemporary & largely forgotten "Captain Zep Space Detective").
― MarkH (MarkH), Monday, 27 January 2003 12:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― mark s (mark s), Monday, 27 January 2003 12:00 (twenty-three years ago)
I like books with shadowy and ill-defined evil forces menacing English children - "the Wolves" in BoD predict "the Dark" in Susan Cooper; badness that is organised but ultimately motiveless, which makes it scarier.
― Tom (Groke), Monday, 27 January 2003 12:03 (twenty-three years ago)
I was big Masefield liker as a kid and view Harry Potter as very derivative in a much less subversive way. Masefield was very scary in places.
― Pete (Pete), Monday, 27 January 2003 12:06 (twenty-three years ago)
― mark s (mark s), Monday, 27 January 2003 12:36 (twenty-three years ago)
― mark s (mark s), Monday, 27 January 2003 12:37 (twenty-three years ago)
― Pete (Pete), Monday, 27 January 2003 13:01 (twenty-three years ago)
The scene where Kay meets the box's maker, stranded in the Quiberoons, had incredibly rub effects (to my prepubescent eyes).
― caitlin (caitlin), Monday, 27 January 2003 15:15 (twenty-three years ago)