Can anybody explain to me why I, who do not think about Kenneth Branagh from one day to the next, should suddenly find him everywhere I turn?
On my post yesterday re Henry V, I mentioned Ken and his version. Not quite sure why I don't like it, perhaps it is because, in this particular film anyway, he appears to have a face like a currant bun (yes I know, call me shallow minded if you like) and his Crispin Day speech left me cold, of course, the fact that he was nearly drowned out by the inevitable Patrick Doyle music might have had something to do with.
Anyay, I am happily listening to Simon Bates on Classic FM this morning with a cup of tea (that's me with the tea not Simon) and he plays the overture to the Magic Flute and then announces that Ken's film of same is due to be released soon. Oh thought I he has turned his hand to opera films now has he? Mmmm..
I then settle down later with yet another cup of tea (I have to say that since I have been at home my tea consumption has gone through the roof, I think I ought to have shares in PG Tips by now) and idling flicking the latest pages of Empire magazine when, lo and behold, I open the middle section on recently released DVDs and there is The Man again, this time as Hamlet as his version - full mind you, all four hours of it - has just been released. I have to say I think his currant bun days seem to have vanished and he looks rather fetching as the Melancholy Dane (yes I know, shallow again). As I studied Hamlet yonks ago I think I will treat myself to this one, probably an act a night when the evenings draw in. Kate Winslet is Ophelia and I am very fond of her.
I find these strings of seeming unrelated mentions of a book/person whatever, happen quite frequently and I shall keep a keen eye out for University Challenge next week as I am sure Ken will be the subject of a question, and also the specialist subject on MasterMind, or pop up on Who Wants to be a Millionaire. It is inevitable.
I should make it quite clear now that I have got over my initial irritation with Mr Branagh and simply loved Much Ado About Nothing, a gigantic framed poster of which is on my living room wall, as our family saw this picture so many times the cinema manager gave me a copy.
And here it is so you can see I am telling the truth. Please forgive the slight list to starboard, my camera finger went all wobbly.