April 15th, 2002

2020 lack of vision

film season is open - offical .

Cycling into work today I spotted a gaggle of Cavaliers hanging around outside the Sheldonian Theatre, looking thoroughly appropriate to the contemporary architecture. They looked bored. Yesterday Radcliffe Square was choked with enormous lorries. Christchurch Meadow has sprouted a light layer of marquees, road protectors and 4x4s. Film season is open again, with a vengeance. What are we standing in for this time? Paris? London? It looks a bit Musketeers for the new Potter flick (also in town, reputedly).

Lunchtime is the time for the time-honoured sport of tracking down a bored extra and having a chat. I have a brief word with a cigar-chomping wallfly in a remarkable hat, but there are bars between us, so I circumvent the set and track down a dandy fellow in Bodleian Square and compliment his stained but exquisitely detailed pale green silk suit. He's very proud of his hair; "all my own," he says. We get hooshed away by security, but he chats happily enough. Bored. Yep. They're shooting Cromwell and Fairfax, So Oxford is being Oxford for once. Dougray Scott is starring, along with James Bolam and Tim Roth, who's in town today, he says (Wow! I say. I'm easily pleased.) and Rupert Everett is playing King Charles (we laugh a bit about that) but I forget to ask who's playing Cromwell. If I had, I would have been laughing some more ...

(I must say, I don't see the resemblance.)

Oh for fucks sake -- just had to show Babs how to use a scroll bar. This is too much.
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