“We can’t enjoy ourselves infinitum.”
The above sentence is from HOW I WON THE WAR, one of the late Charles Wood’s many brilliant lines, which combine slang, gobbledygook and non sequiturs into a kind of personal language named by John Gielgud: Woodery-pokery.
The most melancholy writing task I’ve ever performed was writing obits of the Great Man for The Independent and The Stage, which you can now read. But, at the same time, it was a privilege to be asked. We can’t enjoy ourselves infinitum. Thanks to Kate Wood.
February 27, 2020 at 1:10 pm
The link to The Stage links to your Gallant Lady piece on Mubi instead.
February 27, 2020 at 1:43 pm
OOPS. Fixing…
Fixed. Weird, I spotted that earlier and was sure I’d fixed it.
The Gallant Lady piece will get its own separate link later today.
February 27, 2020 at 2:21 pm
I remember being astonished by “H” and it’s still impressive to read. Even if “It will never be done again, it cost too much”, why not make a film of it or adopt Rita’s solution to the problems of “Peer Gynt” and do it on the radio?
February 27, 2020 at 3:12 pm
Radio would be good. It’s so much of the stage, it’s hard to see how you could film it without destroying it, although if anyone has a bright idea and a budget, those kind of challenges do sometimes make the best films.
Jealous you got to see it.