“Do you think maybe we could get a Christmas tree tomorrow?”
Kids these days. So demanding.
Tonight we watched David Lean’s 1948 version of Oliver Twist. It was kind of startling how much of the story from the novel was omitted. It had to be, of course, if the film was to actually be anywhere under four hours long – and it clocked in under two. (The whole Maylie plot was just cut, so that it’s Mr. Brownlow that Nancy meets with at the bridge, etc. Is that the same as it is in the musical? I don’t remember.) And of course, Star Wars had to popped in for “just a minute” after it was over because no one believed me when I told the that yes, Fagin was played by the same person who played Obi-Wan. But once they started running it, they nodded in recognition.
I’m glad we read (most of) the book first. It gave us a good prompt for discussing the differences. When I say “most of” I mean that besides unapologetically changing Dickens’ hundreds of references to “the Jew” to “Fagin,” I did summarize a few chapters here and there rather than slog through them.
For an interesting look at the amazing and borderline offensive makeup job on Guinness for Oliver Twist, go here. He was only 34 when he played the role.
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Another wonderful Vespers at the Cathedral last Sunday evening. Ah for a moment in time when Catholics stop trying to make up new stuff to help us all feel like GOD IS GOOD ALL THE TIME GOD IS GOOD, and just creatively retrieve what’s already there. And isn’t quite so lame.
For example this: Our Lady of the “O”. The Feast of the Expectation of the Blessed Virgin Mary. Read about the origins of the name here – it’s not what you think.
Oh! Bambinelli Sunday happened!
No nifty new prayers from Pope Francis for the occasion. Guess we’ll have to stick with the old one for now.
This week’s Bambinelli Sunday chat:
Here’s a piece I wrote for the National Review several years ago. Almost ten now. My oldest son always brings up this time of year saying, in effect, “Sheesh, Merry Christmas, Mom! Try not to be so cheerful!”
In re-reading, I do admit it’s a little harsh, maybe? But still true. I’ll stand by it. It’s just real. And real is both harshness and the hope that overcomes it.
From the 9-year old’s art class this week. He was trying hard to carve “Florida” backwards for his block print. It was a challenge!
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