Appyparentally there is a new movie, called TILL HUMAN VOICES WAKE US
written and traffic-controlled by Michael Petroni (Michael who?) Starring
as J. Alfred, and Helena Bonham Carter as Prufrock.
Classification PG, 2 1/2 stars.
This, however is a TRUE love song. None of the world weary irony of
poor ol' JAPpy baby.
Judging by the review its a "you cain't ga hum agin, but you cain go
anyhoo" kind of thang. And there's a neat camera pan down a nubile
body which stops when it reaches the leg braces, which scene apparently
owes everything to Joyce's Gertie McDowell in ULYSSES, even though
the writer, Petroni doesn't recognise it.
Seems the J. Alfred character DARES a lot, and gets his love requited
for it, but somehow the beloved suffers death by drowning and becomes
a seagirl wreathed in seaweed, red and brown.
Bottom line (which is usually vertical in these cases), "it is rather
in a faux-intellectual sort of way -- a trait that Eliot would have
This is from a review by one Rick Groen, torn out of the local
news rag, I'm sure, and sans-date, by a thoughtful colleague.
Dr. Peter C. Montgomery
Dept. of English
3100 Foul Bay Rd.
Victoria, BC CANADA V8P 5J2
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