Oh dear, day four and I’ve run out of things to say already. Last night, I was thinking that I could write a bit about my reactions to Four Weddings and a Funeral but now I’m not so sure. I cried all the way through John Hannah’s rendition of Funeral Blues. Despite having seen the film about twenty times (not on purpose, it just happens to be on television a lot) it’s never had that effect on me before. It reminded me of A’s death and of his funeral, the anniversaries of which are next month, so that probably had something to do with it. I still think I see A all the time. The other day he was at the station on the way home from work. Obviously it wasn’t really him, but I still had to do a double take. The mind works in strange ways.
I do enjoy most of Four Weddings and a Funeral and I still find it funny even after repeated viewings, so it must be alright, with me and my lack of a sense of humour and all. I think the reading of Funeral Blues might be my favourite part, though. Is that weird? Hugh Grant is on form, although he becomes a bit too Hugh Grant-ish after a while. I think my favourite character is Fi, who is hopelessly in love with Charlie. I like her because she’s rather catty, but not to the extent that she’s a nasty person. She speaks her mind, I suppose. And of course, she is a victim of unrequited love, with whom I can always sympathise. I think the first time I watched FWAAF (sorry) I was also hopelessly embroiled in unrequited love, so I suspect that my affection for Fi stems from this.
Despite enjoying the film, I am always incredulous that Charlie could fall in love with the wretched American woman. Why? What does she have that Fi doesn’t? Is he mad? Probably. I just don’t get it. The ending is particularly cringeworthy. I can’t stand to watch it, so I have to turn over the channels when it gets to the scene I hate. It’s the bit in the rain. Need I say more? Yuk.
Hmm, I seem to have waffled on about Four Weddings and a Funeral after all! Oh, well.
In other news, I have done a large pile of ironing, some washing, gone to church and eaten a church lunch, but I have not read all of Paul’s letters, which is the one thing I really wanted to do today. I really should learn to prioritise. Perhaps there will still be time to read them if I finish this post now.
Well done I certainly couldn’t review a film- I never remember any of the actors names for a start! LOL
I loved your post on Bookshops. I liked the 2nd hand department in Blackwells in Oxford. I must admit I spent many hours in Oxbow Books more though. There was something so comfy and welcoming in there and they usually had the right archaeology books somewhere as well as a bag or so of ones I didn’t know I needed. LOL Happy memories.
Yes. What does he see in that awful American woman? And as you say, the ending is truly awful. Arrrrrgh.
I like Scarlett and the folk-singing couple. And obviously Rowan Atkinson is wonderful as usual. I may have to watch it again, now you mention it…