"You Should See My Coattails Flying As I Swing My Partner 'Round..."

I don't know if it is possible to express with mere words how much I want this shirt. It's the kind of shirt I've been looking out for in shops for impossible ages. Look at the sleeves. How can you see those sleeves and not feel a wave of desire? And the ruffle is just perfect. Augh.

Also, here are likewise dresses.

*longs*

"A Sad Soul Sat Sighing By a Sycamore Tree..."

Saw 1932 Jekyll&Hyde to-night. Deeply depressing.

Once again, they killed Utterson. Why on earth do they need to kill him? He's almost as adorable as Hastie, for God's sake!

This version is, however, incredibly accurate. Hyde is ikkle, creepy, hyperactive, and into the disgusting torture, v. like LoEG!Hyde (that'll be the torture, not the ikkle hyperactiveness...). Unfortunately, there is no singing of You Should See Me Dance the Polka, which I have got very good at singing in an Ingrid Bergman accent. You all should be proud, as how many people do you know who can sing YSSMDtP with an Ingrid Bergman accent?

Ivy (prostitute du jour) was actually very cute. I kind of want to see other films she was in, maybe.

One of the towards the last bits with Muriel (fiancee du jour) was incredibly good, with Henry sobbing and screaming and generally hating himself and Muriel trying to get him off the damned floor. Excellently done, really.

That's why the movie was so depressing. It could not be mocked. It was almost completely unmockable, and really very good, and really very sobering and disgusting inasmuch as Hyde was concerned.

Poole was annoying again, though. Dammit, he's not supposed to corrupt Henry! He's supposed to be a good butler who's been in the family for years and is splendid! He should act like Bunter! Not Bates!

On the other hand, Henry was so much better than most Henrys. He was leaning toward being "bad" before he made the formula, and then went through with it in order to have an excuse really to be "bad", which is what he did in the novel. <3 He had a skeleton in his basement, though, which seemed a little too over-the-top. It was snerk-worthy.

All in all, though, very well done. 1941 version so obviously based off it. Stole a lot of lines from it; stole Ivy, the Variety Hall sequence, the "Ha ha I'm back!" sequence and the changing in Lanyon's parlour sequence, among many others.

You know, Hyde really doesn't have that kind of consideration. He doesn't ask Hastie to let him go. He just goes right ahead and changes in his parlour in order to freak him out. That's what Hyde does. He enjoys it. >_> Whatever.

Luckily, Lanyon was never given a first name, so did not have to worry about changing his name as usual.

"And If I'm Flying Solo, At Least I'm Flying Free..."

Am incredibly gloomy, despite having gone about with Paul in my arms all day.

For those of you who are not familiar with Paul, his full name is Paul Chauvelin and he is a life-sized, silky, drop-dead gorgeous black raven hand puppet stuffed animal. He is the love of my life.

Am also wearing my cravat and silk shirt, and one of the newer additions to my crazy mad scarf collection. Still, very gloomy.

Will confess that perhaps beautiful Icelandic singers are not helping, due to their habit of singing depressing songs or else bouncy songs about being eaten alive by wolves, but I have been trying to rip a track from Ragtime for the last eight hours, so I can't put anything else in the CD tray.

Wah.

Doom and gloom. Why have I no pretties to call my own? Why can I not be happy all of a sudden?

Wicked makes me feel empty inside. I first noticed when I was at the library, but it seems more apparent to-day.