I had hoped to do a Sunday Running Commentary, even went for a run this morning, but then I spent some time with Christmas mixing and fixing, then some time having a couple of drinks and relaxing, watching Christmas movies, so now I’m here ready to do a Sunday Cinema as usual (was that a run-on sentence? I don’t care if it is and I am too lazy to check in any case). At least we watched some seasonal movies, so there’s that.
My main thing was, I did not feel like crying, so no It’s a Wonderful Life, no Homecoming, and not just any Christmas Carol. When Steven suggested Christmas in Connecticut, I thought that sounded perfect. Just a sweet love story involving people pretending to be something they’re not (that’s not giving away any important plot points, it’s part of the set-up).
After that I suggested the fun version of A Christmas Carol with Reginald Owen as Ebenezer Scrooge.
After that one, I was wishing we had a Christmas murder mystery, when I remembered, just before Steven suggested, Hercule Poiroit’s Christmas, an episode of the Poirot television series starting David Suchet. I had read the book this was based on many times before seeing the movie. I have a number of problems with the adaptation, but it’s a fun watch, and, David Suchet, there could be no possible objection.
Poirot is an fun character for an actor to portray (or so I would think, having never had the opportunity to play him), and Suchet does an excellent job. I have also enjoyed Albert Finney’s and Peter Ustinov’s interpretation of the part. I need to check out Kenneth Branaugh’s Poirot, but that’s a whole other blog post.
In the meantime, it’s Christmas Eve Eve. I need to get back to my tv-watching, crocheting portion of the evening. For one thing, I need to recruit my energies for tomorrow. Happy Sunday, everyone.