Xeni Jardin at 10:58 am Fri, Jun 21, 2013
It’s funny how this seems so much more dated, zeerusty even, than similar films from the late 1940’s. I think that’s probably because I have seen a lot of WWII movies. It also might be that some of these fashions were still around when I was a kid so that I actually remember when they went out of style.
Jo Ann Worley look-alike at 6:45.
I don’t know how to spell that noise that she makes. But she called my house once.
I think it’s spelled the same way it’s spelled for Charles Nelson Reilly. Arng-arng-arng!
‘Now you’ll like these. You’ll really “dig” them. They’re “fab,” and all the other pimply hyperboles…’
“They say London swings. It doesn’t. Not even the Kings Road, Chelsea. But here and there among the conformist fat cat crowds is a lean cat or two, looking like it might swing, given some encouragement.”
Man, English people get to say the greatest stuff.
I love the eyeball on the ceiling of I Was Lord Kitchener’s Valet! (And so odd to hear it pronounced val-lay after all these years out of the UK. Odd also to hear such an RP voice use a word like “gaff” for “house, place”.)
After about three minutes I realized this isn’t Look Around You.
At 1:43… What’s Amy Pond doing there? Shouldn’t she be pretending to run away from the Men in Black to confuse The Silence?
Now if you huff and puff and you finally save enough money up to take your family on a trip across the sea – take a tip before you take your trip and let me tell you where to go: go to England-oh, England swings like a pendulum do, Bobbies on bicycles two by two, Westminster Abbey the tower Big Ben, the rosy red cheeks of the little children.
Man, that narrator really has a bug up his ass.
Horrorshow forellas and vecks.
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