I also thought the cousin who told me about The Sheep Detectives was making it up, but I enjoyed it in all its campy glory. I did think there were too many plot holes though, and my usual post movie “but-why-did?” had to be suspended. Watching it reminded me of watching Mary Poppins Returns, a movie that was pure joy in a dark time. I didn’t feel quite as hopeful after The Sheep Detectives, and I didn’t feel like I had to watch it again, but it was worth the afternoon in the tiny auditorium that is a slice of the theatre of my youth, where the baroque balcony trim juts through the newer dividing wall that made one theatre into six.
The trip pics are lovely. It’s so nice to see these flashes of regular old reality through the dystopia.
I was in London in 1978, with a group from school. The original trip included Stratford and Stonehenge, but the organization scrapped that tour, and we had to settle for Paris in addition to London. Well, settle isn't the right word! Both London and Paris were awesome, and I've not made it back to Europe since then, so glad that my parents let me take the trip. They paid for it, but I had to get a job to earn my spending money.
I'll tell ya what, I've lived in England for 15 years now and there's STILL more for us to see. I love it here but it's so weird—the whole of the UK is roughly the same size as my home state of Minnesota but it seems to take three times longer to get where you're going. We used to drive 120 miles just to go for lunch in Minneapolis but going someplace 120 miles away from home now is a major undertaking and requires an overnight stay, lol!
Really cool writing. Also please enjoy Juneteenth!
I also thought the cousin who told me about The Sheep Detectives was making it up, but I enjoyed it in all its campy glory. I did think there were too many plot holes though, and my usual post movie “but-why-did?” had to be suspended. Watching it reminded me of watching Mary Poppins Returns, a movie that was pure joy in a dark time. I didn’t feel quite as hopeful after The Sheep Detectives, and I didn’t feel like I had to watch it again, but it was worth the afternoon in the tiny auditorium that is a slice of the theatre of my youth, where the baroque balcony trim juts through the newer dividing wall that made one theatre into six.
The trip pics are lovely. It’s so nice to see these flashes of regular old reality through the dystopia.
I was in London in 1978, with a group from school. The original trip included Stratford and Stonehenge, but the organization scrapped that tour, and we had to settle for Paris in addition to London. Well, settle isn't the right word! Both London and Paris were awesome, and I've not made it back to Europe since then, so glad that my parents let me take the trip. They paid for it, but I had to get a job to earn my spending money.
Looks like y'all are having a great trip!
I'll tell ya what, I've lived in England for 15 years now and there's STILL more for us to see. I love it here but it's so weird—the whole of the UK is roughly the same size as my home state of Minnesota but it seems to take three times longer to get where you're going. We used to drive 120 miles just to go for lunch in Minneapolis but going someplace 120 miles away from home now is a major undertaking and requires an overnight stay, lol!