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For the Moment (1993)
A minor classic.
Stuck in a hotel in Kuwait, I happily switched to the channel showing this at the very beginning. First Pachelbel's Canon brought a lump to my throat, then the sight of a Tiger Moth (which my grandfather, my father and I have all flown) produced a slight dampness around the eyes and then Crowe's name hooked me completely. I was entranced by this film, Crowe's performance (again), the subject matter (and yes, what a debt we owe), how various matters were addressed and dealt with, the flying sequences (my father flew Avro Ansons, too), the story - and, as another contributor pointed out, Crowe's recitation of High Flight. I won't spoil the film for anyone, but, separated from my wife by 4,000-odd miles, as an ex-army officer who was deployed in a couple of wars and as private pilot, I admit to crying heartily a couple of times. Buy it, rent it, download it, beg, borrow or steal it - but watch it.
PS Did I spy a Bristol Blenheim (in yellow training colours)on the ground? Looked like a twin-engine aircraft with a twin-.303 Brownings in a dorsal turret.
Bobbie's Girl (2002)
First, I watched the film (last night) without realising that Roberta Langham was played by Rachel Ward; it's been years since I saw her in anything.
Anyway, I enjoyed this film immensely, ignoring - as other contributors have pointed out - the rather unlikely scenario of a largish Jewish community in a small RoI seaside town and the ability of a gay couple to live so openly there.
Thomas Sangster's performance was indeed years ahead of his age and had me sniffling occasionally. Yes, I agree with another contributor who suggested this film is best watched with someone you love.
A beautifully warm film, without resorting to schmaltz. See it.
I happened upon this film the other night, fresh (!) back in Phuket from Burma. Tired though I was, and the film was perhaps a quarter of the way through, I was absolutely mesmerised by it.
First, I was trying to guess the actors' voices. Second, I was captivated by the don't laugh "acting" skills of the marionettes.
Granted, there were no facial expressions, no morphing/animatronics/etc but still there was a warmth to these carved blocks of wood. BTW I was brought up watching Gerry Anderson (Thunderbirds, et al) and now realise that I have retained a soft spot for filmic puppetry.
Perhaps that is part of the attraction of the film for me, the fact that it is reminiscent of half a dozen long-forgotten puppet programmes generally from Eastern Europe, as I recall shown during the school holidays when it was probably raining.
Gentle despite the violence in the story moving and entrancing.
Watch it if you can through child's eyes.