I know I tend to repeat myself but, hey, there's only so many prejudices one man can inflict on the world. Don't worry I'm still staying clear of letting Trump get under my skin and I'm not even going to start as the world accelerates towards Hell in a handcart - have you seen the state of France and South Korea? It can make a man glad to be living in the People's Republic of Starmer. Steady on there Pig, you might end up contradicting yourself.
No, no, no, it's that time of year for watching even more films than I normally do. And let's start with a worthy repeat. The original 1947 Miracle on 34th Street is succinct and sweet. I see no reason to deviate from my earlier ranking of it. You'll have to look that up - the hit-count massages my ego.
A very different kettle of fish is Richard Attenborough's directorial debut,
Oh! What a Lovely War. This well-mounted succession of tableaux works from a Len Deighton expansion of the hit stage musical. Does it work as cinema? Critics have had doubts but I tend to think that this is an estimable piece of work which deals with tragedy without having to show any gore. My father (a martial man who held the Queen's commission) admired this film. So do I. 79/100.
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