Another masterpiece cut up and pasted to some crappy ambient techno, all to flog a hunk of metal, with the payoff that the bloody advert ruins my enjoyment of this classic.
I hope the advert creators are forced to stay with Mrs Ogmore Pritchard for a week.
Ah! I came here to find out if that was the case, I was certain I recognised it as Under Milk Wood.
In fact, I didn't even know it had been filmed - I know, I know! It's a play my mum used to have on vinyl, and we listened to constantly throughout my childhood (I was born in 1970), and I later rediscovered in adulthood and realised its towering genius.
I'm scootching away to amazon to buy it.
Thank you all on this board for being most informative, by the way.
Welcome to the early 21st century where culture is somebody else's problem.....
"The hour is come but not the man"
Oh, lighten up!
Imagine the scene in some ad agency in Clerkenwell:
Whichever motor client: "Mm., Well, I like the silent cobblestreets and the fishing boat bobbing...er, and the moonlight thing...But what about the webfooted cocklewomen? Are we trying to appeal to the disabled, here?"
English graduate paying for his house by ad work while writing a novel: "It's a quote from Dylan Thomas."
Client: "So we're trying to appeal to the Irish?"
Graduate finally snaps and stabs client in the eye with a rolled up copy of the brief.
- This is the way these things work. I know. I've been there. So spare a thought for the poor old adman, a bit lazy, perhaps, or merely focussed on better things, trawling great art for vaguely uplifting sentiments to flog capitalist rubbish.
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She's my favorite bit! When she tells the postman she won't accept visitors in her boarding house because they'll mess it up : )
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