An 1830s Petticoat.
I have to admit that, after thinking about it a little, I was hard on Isabelle Fischel from The Dwelling Place. Sure, she was nuts, but let’s just review: Wearing this dress meant slapping this thing on every day: I KNOW, RIGHT? First of all, this thing went on after you put on your shift (or chemise, in my tortured parlance), and beneath the waistband you can see the corset, which your internal organs probably just LOVED.…
The Catherine Cookson Experience: “The Dwelling Place”
The Catherine Cookson Experience: "The Dwelling Place"This week, I tackle the seemingly endless and screamingly worst of all the Cookson adaptations I have seen, The Dwelling Place. Brief note about the Experience: I don’t think I’ll be recapping each one. Some of these are deadly dull stuff. However, I’m starting out with some of the really terrible ones to build appreciation for the ones that aren’t so bad.…
The Catherine Cookson Experience: “The Glass Virgin”
The Catherine Cookson Experience: "The Glass Virgin"We begin The Catherine Cookson Experience with “The Glass Virgin.” This miniseries was the one that started it all – and stopped it all, since I didn’t go back to another one for over a decade. By the end of my re-watch, I knew why. The Glass Virgin is about a young girl, raised as gentility, who finds out she’s actually the daughter of a whore and therefore socially untenable.…
What to Expect When You’re Expecting Catherine Cookson
So, before we begin dissecting individual episodes, there are some things we need to talk about. They are not spoilers, per se; that would imply that knowing about them spoils how the plot will go, which implies that there is any plot to begin with, which is very sweet of you to think but not really so much what Catherine Cookson was good at.…
The Catherine Cookson Experience: Introduction
When I was fifteen, my French teacher lent me The Glass Virgin. “You’ll appreciate this someday,” she said, pressing it into my hands. I watched it, and promptly forgot most of it. I retained some vague memories of a dude slathering himself with a lady’s bathwater as a sign of love (no joke), and a spindly woman shouting “Manuel!” at the top of her lungs, but it vanished into my memory and became a soft, pulpy mess.…
Questionable Taste Theatre: “How to Steal a Million”
This week, it’s my favorite caper movie ever, How to Steal a Million! I know that, from this poster, it looks like a movie where Audrey Hepburn stabs the half-man, half-car Peter O’Toole in the back with a hand drill. It’s not. (That would be a much better movie.) Nutshell: Audrey Hepburn is the daughter of a skilled forger who sells his work to unsuspecting millionaires.…