jeremy iron's moustache in the opening scenes of episode one was more than enough to warrant my watching the entire series. -- and then there's how sweetly and embarrassedly iron's charles ryder smiles at sebastian flyte. and that 'jejune' made its way from the book into the teleplay. and the brandy alexanders. and i've ten episodes to go. but still, i doubt i'll ever want to watch the remake. in fact, despite a friend recently insisting that i sample evelyn waugh, i don't see brideshead ever joining my reading pile. plus, the whole thing was just the result of the second season of gossip girl being out.
but i'll know it appreciably regardless. i likely knew it well enough to discuss it competently before even watching this first hour. because, although i'll likely never read this either, i remember reading a review and thinking that i needn't pay for a new hardcover when i was already practiced in its subject. (that should seem very clever. i definitely thought so after i read the review.) after all, isn't one of the delights of reading becoming versed indirectly in all of the books we'll never read? -- and then relishing accusations of snobbery from the people who can't seem to imagine their ways through our nearly imaginary conversations. and the same goes for most other subjects; "most" standing in for "every" only because i won't allow that there isn't some subject that breaks the rule, though i'll allow that that subject doesn't make for good conversation.
in other words, a well and widely received series on young men drinking in good outfits ("charles drinks champagne at all hours!") couldn't not have somehow made itself known to me by now. and that without ever watching it. i'd be surprised if there weren't pornos titled after the title of every episode.
especially now we're about the internet. i'm just miffed to have found out that someone else's blog is named even better than mine.
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