Friday Night at the Wash House (Portobello Community Centre) for a screening of THE BLACK PIRATE with music by the Jane Gardner Trio. Seen it before, and with the same accompaniment (wildly romantic, witty), but that was at a bandstand in broad daylight with the film “projected” on two screens rather like scoreboards. The Wash House turns out to be a terrific venue, with good sound and projection and a fun audience — a genuine community (apart from us) with plenty of old folks and kids, who all got into it and laughed in the right places and also spontaneously cheered at the grand climaxes.
Shona Thomson, introducing the show, also informed me that Donald Crisp, the comedy relief one-armed pirate sidekick (complete with tam-o-shanter and Scots dialect intertitles, was another BOGUS SCOTSMAN. There’s a plaque in his honour in Aberfeldy but he was actually born in East London, the swine. Just as with Chaplin’s hulking foe, Eric Campbell, we have a case of an actor who just liked the idea of being Scottish, and so reinvented himself.
(How different from Donald Sutherland, Canadian of Scots descent, who was mortified at the idea of being a Scot. “I thought, ‘If only I could be Irish or Jewish, that would at least be SOMETHING.'”)
Tonight, the Trio play once more, accompanying Buster Keaton’s ONE WEEK and SEVEN CHANCES — Fiona and I shall be there. What better way to celebrate romance than with a silent comedian being chased through Los Angeles by a hundred brides?
Although, admittedly, Doug’s proposal (top) is better than Buster’s (above).