Today I rewatched Bedknobs and Broomsticks (1971), which I viewed probably hundreds of times before age seven but never since, as we didn’t own the VHS. I can’t say that I’d recommend it to anyone now even though it’s technically a “classic” - it’s agonizingly long and the Portobello Road song sequence, while perhaps trying to do some sort of “It’s A Small World” schtick, comes off as deeply cringe. Also, this may be a small bone to pick, but the characters, who are living in WWII England during the Blitz, refer to football as “soccer”; a glaring faux pax. But the opening credits contained the below image, reminiscent of the Rider Waite Hermit, performing a gesture evocative of the sign of silence, and wearing a cloak of astrological symbols, so I kept on for two hours to see what else cropped up.
Read MoreAt the beginning of the year, I naively mused “I wonder what this Lovers year will teach me about love?”, supposing that I might stumble upon some grand romantic takeaway. Of course, had I been focusing on correspondences, I would have spent a lot more time thinking about what to use the sword for.
Read MoreHello, and welcome to this episode of Cribs, where I turn my room into a Cube of Space.
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