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From the Earth to the Moon, across The Bridge to Olympus

Earlier this summer our holiday viewing consisted of rewatching From the Earth to the Moon. After we accidentally caught a bit of Apollo 13, it felt like the obvious choice, and it was high time we revisited Tom Hanks and his astronauts, training to go to the moon.

I’ve said this before and it can be said again; this is one of the best DVD boxes. Ever. I’ll want to watch this many more times. And it’s funny for someone who was around when it happened for real, because you find you get to know these astronauts and all the rest of them from scratch.

I used to subscribe to the idea that Apollo 11 was a lovely trio of men doing something great and special. After watching this though, you feel disappointed that Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin were such idiots. Seemingly, anyway. It takes a bit away from that night in July 1969. On the other hand, there are many astronauts I knew little about and whom you come to love. Especially Alan Bean, I reckon. Lovely man.

Is it the actors? Or is it the research, where it is now safe to admit to things no one would have mentioned in the 1960s? And speaking of actors, it’s interesting to see the parade of NCIS guest actors donning astronaut gear and looking so much younger. The episode on geology is one I could watch more often than most, even though that sounds like a pretty boring statement. Geology rocks.

This part of our summer Daughter and I are catching up on my chronological watching of Rejseholdet/Unit One, which suffered a long delay some time ago. The resident IT Consultant gave up, again, after half an episode, not being able to cope with the Danish soundtrack and Swedish subtitles.

As with the astronauts, hindsight now shows us Rejseholdet was first to introduce us to all the actors we have subsequently seen in The Killing, Borgen and The Bridge. The younger Brix was particularly chilling as a sweeter looking but fairly disgusting character.

Towards the end, we came upon the episode that was our first. I had no intention of watching anything Danish back then, but we switched on and came in when Gaby enters Fischer’s hotel room after he has been concussed, and then hides in the bathroom while Johnny speaks to Fischer. We had no idea who any of these people were or what was happening, but it took only minutes for us to be hooked.

It’s a little harder to find the time to watch, when one of us can’t join in, so we tend to eat to the accompaniment of selected episodes of NCIS season 11. (What do you mean, conversations with dinner?) Last night we watched Olympus Has Fallen, which was more one-sided and bloody than even I had expected. Fine if you don’t mind a film that is nearly all about Gerard Butler. Personally I want more variety than that.

PS I Love You

I don’t, obviously. We needed comfort viewing again; the film equivalent of wrapping up in a blanket and eating sausages (veggie). Daughter vetoed the more violent Swedish stuff in favour of PS I Love You, which she had already watched, but I hadn’t. It was the least objectionable looking of the DVDs I was presented with to choose from.

Had seen the trailers in the cinema when the film was new, but had failed to grasp that it was the film of the book by Cecelia Ahern. Not that it matters.

PS I Love You

In actual fact, I found the plot OK. ‘You didn’t like it, did you?’ said Daughter afterwards. And she was right in a way. I couldn’t like the main characters. Or I couldn’t like the actors. You sort of need to fall in love with the men, and you want to feel you could be the leading lady. It didn’t work for me. Couldn’t warm to either Gerard Butler or to Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

Harry Connick Jr was sweet and did his best at being an aspie, but I suspect he wasn’t given a very true script of what to do. Over-aspie at times and far too normal the rest of the time.

And what is it with Ireland? Now that it’s selling itself for films, we get a little bit of Ireland every time. Had they coloured the heather specially?

Two Rom Coms

I was just that little bit surprised when Daughter moaned about it being a shame I don’t like romantic comedies. Where could she have got such a silly idea from? How can I not like rom coms? It’s a fairly girly kind of thing, and for someone less keen on gritty realism and who likes happy endings, romantic comedies are just the thing.

Whether or not that misunderstanding got properly cleared up I’m not sure, but I promised to come along and see The Ugly Truth, before it totally disappeared off our cinema screens this week. She showed me a preview at home, and it looked tolerable. It was tolerable. I extracted a promise from Daughter in return, to watch His Girl Friday with me when it showed on television today. She has an inexplicable reluctance to watch old films, and that’s anything that’s older than 1990 or so.

The Ugly Truth was fun, if predictable. The script was far better than the actors. I spent the walk home trying to explain that I need to either fall in love with the guy or want to be the female lead, or both, for these films to work. Gerard Butler did nothing for me, and Katherine Heigl was someone I simply couldn’t like. But it was fun enough.

His Girl Friday

His Girl Friday proved quite successful. It may be 69 years old, and it is black and white, but it still did what it was supposed to. It entertained, and it made Daughter laugh. Quite a bit. Cary Grant is fairly reliable, even if his acting skills never were marvellous. Rosalind Russell was perfect as a professional woman in the 1940s. She had something which Katherine Heigl’s character never had, modern though she may have been.

Daughter wondered why they spoke so fast in His Girl Friday. Well, I suppose they needed to get all their lines in before the film came to an end.

We’ll have to try more old films. There are a lot of good ones to choose from. And neither romance nor comedy was invented in the last fifteen years, whatever the young may believe.