The cap at a slant; the eyepatch; or the look in his eye. Or simply the genius of Cecil Beaton. Whatever it is, this is a striking picture.
I’ve travelled to London since I was child. Then we moved around by Tube. I think my mother felt that London was a dangerous place for young children, and thus clung to the perceived safety offered by the underground. If it wasn’t near an underground train station we simply didn’t go there.
South Kensington had a tube station, so all the museums in Exhibition Road museums were duly visited. Even better the pedestrian tunnel under the road allowed uninterrupted subterranean access. Continue reading
84 Charing Cross Road though relatively little known is minor masterpiece. Anne Bancroft and Anthony Hopkins are the two main characters in this film adaptation of the twenty-year correspondence between author, and avid reader, Helene Hanff and Frank Doel, from Marks & Co. a book seller in London’s West End.
I lent my copy to a friend recently. I think she sums it up well:
“I loved watching 84 Charing Cross Road. What an amazing film. And why had I not ever watched it before?“
There is a site dedicated to the play and film here. A list of the books sought by Ms Hanff can even be found here. A cult film? Perhaps, if not I really feel it should be :)