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The most fun I ever had watching a movie was in college, winter quarter 1963, at the Alps Theater. The movie was Tom Jones.

Tom Jones was loaded with excellent British actors in top form, and it won four Academy Awards, including best picture.

It was the perfect film for an auditorium full of college students — a clever version of Henry Fielding’s bawdy novel about a roguish young Englishman in the 1740s. In the theater, it was 2 hours of hooting, whooping, and stomping.

Albert Finney, Diane Cilento.

Albert Finney, Diane Cilento.

This was Albert Finney’s first film. I read that he turned down the lead in Lawrence of Arabia to do it.

I’m reminded of this because I watched it on TV recently. Do yourself a favor and see it.

I found this comment about the film:

“Tom Jones” is a low budget, low tech, high quality film that must win the award for the “Most with the Least.” The photography is beautiful, not because it used a dozen half million dollar cameras, it is beautiful because it is good photography. The acting wins out, and casts of thousands would only serve to clutter the stage. See this film whenever, wherever and as often as you possibly can.

One of my favorite quotes from the movie is from Squire Western (Hugh Griffith) after his daughter Sophie (Susannah York) refuses to marry the repulsive Mr. Blifil (David Warner)…

Damn me, what a misery it is to have daughters when a man has a good mare and dogs.

Hugh Griffith, Dame Edith Evans.

Hugh Griffith, Dame Edith Evans.

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Maestro Antonio Salieri (F. Murray Abraham) in the 1984 film “Amadeus” describing Mozart’s genius…


On the page, it looked… nothing.
The beginning: simple, almost comic.
Just a pulse. Bassoons, basset horns.
Like a rusty squeezebox.
And then, suddenly, high above it, an oboe!
A single note, hanging there, unwavering.
Until… a clarinet took it over,
sweetened it into a phrase of such delight…
This was a music I had never heard!
Filled with such longing,
such unfulfillable longing,
that it seemed to me I was hearing the voice of God.
But why? Why would God choose an obscene child
to be His instrument?


Astounding! It was beyond belief!
These were first and only drafts of music,
but they showed no corrections of any kind. Not one!
He had simply written down the music already finished in his head.
Page after page of it, as if he were taking dictation.
And music – finished as no music is ever finished.
Displace one note, and there would be diminishment.
Displace one phrase, and the structure would fall.
Here again was the very voice of God.



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