Like a wheel within a wheel
There are a number of ideas that come to me cyclically - they burn in my mind, disappear, and some time afterwards they return to me. Nothing ever changes, nothing's any better for it. One is how hard I always wish I was religious each time my monthly cramps come along - I bet it would feel so much better to point a finger at a cruel and vengeful God who puts me in such inscrutiating pain just to make a point about something Eve did before the Fall. Blaming faulty evolution doesn't have the same zing to it.
Another is how indescribably mad I get at the BBC for not preserving their early productions each time I feel the need to watch sixties Doctor Who. Of Patrick Troughton's twenty-one serials, we've only six complete ones today! That's just unfair!
Sure I'm thankful for the preserved sound reels, and the reconstructions that've used them, but the thing with Troughton is what an absolute delight it is to watch him. He was one of those actors who just never seemed to stop, to shut off - even when he's off somewhere in the backround your eyes are drawn to him. I wouldn't call it charisma exactly, more like a very gifted man of his craft.
Or maybe I'm just a big fangirl. Watching 'The Evil of the Daleks' and the way this classically trained actor can interact with a guy hunkered down in a metal dustbin on wheels makes my toes curl. You know, in a good way.
Another is how indescribably mad I get at the BBC for not preserving their early productions each time I feel the need to watch sixties Doctor Who. Of Patrick Troughton's twenty-one serials, we've only six complete ones today! That's just unfair!
Sure I'm thankful for the preserved sound reels, and the reconstructions that've used them, but the thing with Troughton is what an absolute delight it is to watch him. He was one of those actors who just never seemed to stop, to shut off - even when he's off somewhere in the backround your eyes are drawn to him. I wouldn't call it charisma exactly, more like a very gifted man of his craft.
Or maybe I'm just a big fangirl. Watching 'The Evil of the Daleks' and the way this classically trained actor can interact with a guy hunkered down in a metal dustbin on wheels makes my toes curl. You know, in a good way.