I kept it together (I thought) until the end, and then I was done for 2 hours afterward.
I saw it with a friend in London. The lights went up at the end to reveal a cinema full of red-eyed, sniffing people (mostly women), all little puddles in their seats. My friend turned to me and said, "Whose idea was this anyway?".
RIP indeed. He was always intelligent and interesting, and 54 is too young.
oh that's funny. I can just imagine that scene of sniffing people.
Instead of another adaption of
Dune,
the producers should be going for an adaption of
Doon.
I read Dune a couple of times as a teenager...and then I read Doon. The next time I tried to tackle Dune, all I could see was Doon. :)
Dana Stevens from Slate talks about Minghella (he died of a brain hemorrhage) and Truly, Madly, Deeply specifically here: [link]
I made a mistake of watching the blurry youtube clip linked from the article and am stupidly sitting in front of the computer, sniffling again. Bah.
if you're me, you've also developed a debilitating, lifelong crush on Alan Rickman
Hahaha. You and me, both, girlfriend.
God, I love that movie. And that singing scene she links to. Just listening to the Bach piece they play at the beginning can make me cry.
did he die of a brain hemorrhage? I thought it was a hemorrhage in his throat.
It was a haemorrhage after throat surgery. Don't know where it was, though.
I was just quoting from the Slate article.
From IMDb:
....from a brain hemorrhage at London's Charing Cross Hospital, where he had undergone a routine operation on his neck.
dang. thanks for the info.
if you're me, you've also developed a debilitating, lifelong crush on Alan Rickman
Oh yes. TMD gave me my Rickman love, my love as well for Juliet Stevenson, and my love for Neruda.
I hadn't known it was originally a tv production, though. Now I guess I can stop looking for it in widescreen.