I have nothing to declare but my genius. - Oscar Wilde
Dear Stephen,
in my mind you embody everything that is Wilde. I am your humble servant and I demand that you release a movie that is just about you being clever and wonderful and witty. You are my master and it is like you ARE Oscar Wilde at times.
It is therefore I must adress a concern of mine, namely the recent adaptation of The Importance of Being Earnest.
Why why why, why, my sweet Fry, why did you not take control of this sorry excuse for a play-adaptation and work your magic on it? I spent 32 minutes of my life watching Rupert Everett slaughter a role so obviously meant for you and I will spend the rest of my life trying to remove it from my memory. YOU are Algy, Rupert Everett is a mere slice of cucumber on your sandwich, for gods sake!
When I read The Picture of Dorian Gray, as I do too often and also too seldom, I envision you as Lord Henry Wotton. In fact I usually imagine you when I am swept away by Oscar's quick-witted characters.
My dear, please make Uncle Oscar happy in heaven or wherever he is, annoying ordinary people with his unordinary self, and do a remake of The Importance of Being Earnest. (You may keep Colin Firth as he is a deliciously bored and appropriate gentleman, in true Wilde-style.)
I beg you. Only you can come remotely close to capture the magic of the aristocratic stiffness and hilarity that surrounds the play The Importance of Being Earnest.
Love,
your faithful old girl
in my mind you embody everything that is Wilde. I am your humble servant and I demand that you release a movie that is just about you being clever and wonderful and witty. You are my master and it is like you ARE Oscar Wilde at times.
It is therefore I must adress a concern of mine, namely the recent adaptation of The Importance of Being Earnest.
Why why why, why, my sweet Fry, why did you not take control of this sorry excuse for a play-adaptation and work your magic on it? I spent 32 minutes of my life watching Rupert Everett slaughter a role so obviously meant for you and I will spend the rest of my life trying to remove it from my memory. YOU are Algy, Rupert Everett is a mere slice of cucumber on your sandwich, for gods sake!
When I read The Picture of Dorian Gray, as I do too often and also too seldom, I envision you as Lord Henry Wotton. In fact I usually imagine you when I am swept away by Oscar's quick-witted characters.
My dear, please make Uncle Oscar happy in heaven or wherever he is, annoying ordinary people with his unordinary self, and do a remake of The Importance of Being Earnest. (You may keep Colin Firth as he is a deliciously bored and appropriate gentleman, in true Wilde-style.)
I beg you. Only you can come remotely close to capture the magic of the aristocratic stiffness and hilarity that surrounds the play The Importance of Being Earnest.
Love,
your faithful old girl