The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

The Art of Cinema #341


Carry on Camping
(Gerald Thomas; 1969)

4 comments :

Lex10 said...

http://www.glyphjockey.com/2008/06/wdiwln-carry-on-camping.html

Tom Sutpen said...

Fantastic post! But I'm not surprised Barbara Windsor was having it off with old Sid. I mean, working on all those Carry Ons, how much opportunity would she have had for on-set romance, I ask you, with Charles Hawtrey or Kenneth Williams?

You know, I'm sure I've seen Carry on Camping since the Harry Potter phenomenon took flight, and I never picked up on that as a posible source (admittedly the term 'muggles' remained unknown to me until somewhat recently). Too bad Hawtrey isn't alive to appear in the final Harry Potter epic . . . 'Carry on, Harry'?? . . . as the now-elderly kid wizard. Woulda been a neat close to the series.

R.H. said...

Windsor was also a gangster's moll.

swac said...

There was a UK made-for-TV movie about Sid and Barbara. I can't imagine it's very good, but I haven't seen it.

For some reason, CTV used to show this at least once a year as a late movie, and adolescents nation-wide would stay up after bedtime for a furtive glance at a nice pair of bristols.