I once went to sleep during one of the Hobbit films. They were in the middle of a battle. I woke up, and they were still in the middle of a battle. The clock had moved on by over an hour, but the script had not. I didn't really like the films, They were well made but painfully paced, a fact that owed more to the makers wanting to spread things out into multiple films and make loads of money. Making money - 10/10. Producing a watchable film that did justice to the source material - don't really know as I slept through big chinks of most of them.
This afternoon, watching Wolf Hall, I fell asleep as Thomas Cromwell sneaked round a dimly lit palace. I woke up and he was still loitering in dimly lit corridors, but we had a new queen and she was pregnant. Looks like another adaptation that failed to grip me. I have to admit that Wolsey, More and Thomas Cromwell all merge into one as parts of the Henry VIII marriage saga I never really got to grips with at school and the plotting is not as interesting as a good old-fashioned shootout or sword fight. I like films with pirates, robberies and Musketeers. Subtlety is lost on me. This makes it even sadder that I can fall asleep in Hobbit films. They really must be tedious. Narnia, on the other hand, has always kept me rivetted to the screen.
I have to go now as the batch cooking needs attention. Italian bean stew and vegetable stew (which will eventually have dumplings. Julia will be making creamy parsnip soup tomorrow and we are having cauliflower cheese and roast veg tonight. Mostly roast veg, as the cauliflower, as I mentioned in yesterday's post, is the size of a tennis ball.
The Door to Narnia
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