As the Russian poet in a story by P G Wodehouse would have put it: “I spit me of Harry Potter! Gandalf no good!”
I’ve just been watching Alexander Korda’s stylish 1940 film The Thief of Bagdad. Now that was real magic, oxymoron or no: a glorious reminder of a lost world of innocence and wonder.
A slideshow is here.
2 comments:
As a child, I consumed over and over again Burton's Arabian Nights. I still read it. What a wealth of repeatability.
I completely agree with you about Korda's sumptuous celluloid extravaganza. My father clearly recalls the excitement of watching it in the cinema as a boy and it remains one of his favourites. The restored version on DVD is a joy to behold.
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