Countdown to Downton Abbey (36 days to go) – Pharaoh and Isis

The title of today’s post refers to the countdown clock on the Masterpiece “Downton Abbey” page on the PBS website.  For those of us anxiously awaiting Season 4 (or “Series 4,” as they say in England, where this season’s episodes have already run), the Downton Abbey counter shows exactly how many days, hours, and minutes remain until the period drama airs again on U.S. television.  Which will be January 5th at 8:00 p.m. Central Time, FYI.

(On a side note, another of my favorite television shows, “Sherlock,” begins its third season on Masterpiece two weeks later.  “The Empty Hearse”—a title that’s a play on Conan Doyle’s “The Empty House,” the story in which the original Sherlock also returns from the dead—is set to run on January 19, immediately following that night’s episode of Downton Abbey.  I hardly ever watch television, so that’s going to be an unusually busy Sunday evening for me 🙂 )

In the meantime, I’ve been reflecting on small things in the show that sparked my curiosity or connected with other things I already knew.  Just for fun, I decided to devote a few blog posts to them while awaiting Season 4.

Today’s topic: Robert Crawley’s dog.

According to a quiz in the September 17, 2011, edition of the British newspaper The Telegraph, the dog’s name is Pharaoh.  That quiz also identifies the dog as a black Labrador, which is incorrect, as we all can see at the start of every episode.  The dog is actually a yellow Lab.  But according to a few sources I found online, in Season 1 Crawley’s dog is apparently named Pharaoh.  I don’t remember ever hearing that name.

However, I do remember the episode in which Thomas decided to lock up the dog in a shack in the woods and then “find” her the next day (part of his career advancement strategy to get promoted from footman to valet).  During the search, Crawley called out his dog’s name several times, and I took note because the name was so unexpected.  Not Rover, not Max, not Fido—but Isis, the Egyptian goddess.

Pharaoh and Isis.  Names that are a subtle reminder of the craze for all things Egyptian that swept England and the U.S. in the early 1900s.  But they are even more appropriate given the fact that Downton Abbey’s real-life counterpart has an exceptionally strong “Egypt” connection.

Filming of Downton Abbey’s exterior and main interior spaces takes place at Highclere Castle, an English country house that since 1679 has been home to the Carnarvon family.  The fifth Earl of Carnarvon was an Egyptologist who funded and participated in exploration of Egyptian tombs in the early 1900s.  You may recall that it was Lord Carnarvon and archeologist Howard Carter who discovered King Tut’s tomb in 1922.

When Lord Canarvon died five months later (giving rise to the legend of “The Mummy’s Curse”), his widow was forced to sell his collection of Egyptian artifacts to the Metropolitan Museum of New York in order to pay “death duties.”  British inheritance taxes had risen incredibly high and were aimed at breaking up large estates, which was one manifestation of the class conflict seen around the world at that time, like the Russian Revolution and the rise of organized labor.

Yet some less significant portions of of Carnarvon’s collection had been stored away in cupboards at Highclere, where they were rediscovered by family members in 1987.  If you visit Highclere Castle today (and good luck to you on that score, because every available date seems to be SOLD OUT), you can see Lord Carnarvon’s Egyptian curiosities on display in the Antiquities Room.

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foraging in the wreckage

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Haiyan came, conquered and left the country torn and devastated. More than the usual…

 

 

Tagged as the biggest and strongest cyclone to have landed on the planet, this cathastrophe visited via the regular storm path: Philippines. Locally called Yolanda, the super typhoon wrecked havoc on the Visayas region, particularly in the island of Leyte, 573 kilometers, south of Manila. The nightmarish storm hit the ground on the dawn of November 8, well on to the next day and did rampage for the next 48 hours. Official tally of casualties as of today is 1,841, eighty percent of which are from the Leyte-Samar area.  6, 498 villages have been affected, across nine (9) regions of the country. Disaster officers, however, estimate 10,000 people injured and missing; possibly dead. Total number of persons displaced by the calamity – 600,000.

 

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France – November 11, 1918 : The clearing of the Armistice -40 photos

Beautiful and informative photo essay on the clearing in a French woods where the Armistice was signed ending the First World War (aka “The Great War” and, sadly, ironically, “The War to End All Wars”).

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The Armistice that brought to an end of the greatest war in history,

was signed on November 11, 1918,

on this exact spot in the forest of Compiègne.

 

 

 

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The clearing did not exist at that time

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The two railway tracks that ran across here

were part of  a gunnery rail system branching off from Rethondes station

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The train bringing the German plenipotentiaries from Tergnier,

where they had boarded it after driving from La Capelle,

arrived at day-break on November 8…

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Milwaukee Christmas Tree arrives at Red Arrow

Yesterday marked the 100th year that the City of Milwaukee has placed a pine tree downtown during the holiday season.  Our longstanding tradition is supposedly second to New York City, but the first tree was not erected at Rockefeller Center until 1931 (unofficially, by the construction workers who were building it, with the first official tree erected two years later in 1933).

Traditionally our tree was installed at Milwaukee’s City Hall.  I remember seeing large, decorated trees near the front entrance arches years ago in the 1980s.  But since construction of the ice rink at Red Arrow Park one block north of City Hall, the tree has been placed there instead.

Yesterday I watched this year’s tree get cut down on television around 6:30 a.m.  Then around ten o’clock I walked over to Starbucks for coffee and a meeting.  By then crews were setting the tree into place beside the not-yet-ice-coated skating rink.  (One nice “extra” associated with teaching at Milwaukee School of Engineering is the opportunity to work downtown and be in the center of city happenings 🙂 )

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The city tree is always harvested from a yard somewhere in the metropolitan area.  This year’s tree is a 40-foot Colorado blue spruce donated by the Loving Shepherd Lutheran Church at 39th and Clinton.  It was hoisted from its trunk and driven slowly downtown on a flatbed with a police escort.

Here is video of yesterday’s tree harvest from WTMJ (Channel 4):

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TBDBITL

Great article in today’s Wall Street Journal titled “The Real Million-Dollar Band” that I just have to share.  Its title, FYI, is a reference to (and repudiation of 🙂 ) the official name for the University of Alabama’s marching band, “The Million Dollar Band,” and the article opens with this sentence:

Here in Ohio State country, it’s hard to say who is having a better season: the school’s undefeated football team or its marching band.

Oh yeah, totally.  Both band and team are having an amazing season!

I’m not a football fan.  Most years I don’t even bother watching the Super Bowl, especially now that all the cool television commercials can be found everywhere on the Internet the next day.  But I do follow Ohio State football.  In fact, the one and only game I am guaranteed to watch every year is the epic annual match-up between college football’s two fiercest rivals, the spectacle to which every television and radio in Ohio is tuned on the last Saturday in November.  The Ohio State–Michigan game.

OSU fans probably also recognize the acronym in my blog-post title today.   It is a legacy of legendary OSU coach Woody Hayes, who once described the Ohio State marching band as “the best damn band in the land”—politely shortened to TBDBITL.

I grew up in Ohio.  Played clarinet in my high school’s marching band.  Our band director was freshly graduated from Ohio State when he began his job at my high school the same September I entered as a freshman.  Hanging on the wall of Mr. Tolliver’s office was the equivalent of the Harvard diploma one might find in an attorney’s office—an artifact that not only testified to Mr. Tolliver’s bonafides but also boasted of his membership status in a similarly elite group.  For Mr. Tolliver had marched in TBDBITL!  And on his office wall hung a framed black-and-white photograph of the OSU Marching Band’s famous “Script Ohio” in finished formation.

A couple weeks ago, the OSU band did a tribute to Michael Jackson so fabulous that the late singer’s mother telephoned the band director personally to congratulate him.  Here is video of that performance from the student-run OSU BuckeyeTV YouTube channel.  Watch for something really, really special beginning at about 4:40 minutes in.  (Hint: it’s the gloved-one’s most famous dance move :))

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Crab-apple season (photos)

I have mixed feelings about our crab apple.  On the one hand, it’s a beautiful tree, especially covered with soft pink flowers in spring.  But it also dumps piles of fruit on the ground every autumn.  Which the chipmunks love, as you can see.

Chipmunk feasting on crab apple

Unfortunately our two dogs love those crab apples, too.

We can’t rake up the debris fast enough to keep our pets from chomping away like billy goats.  I had to make a trip to the emergency vet this week because one of our dogs kept vomiting.  I don’t know if his stomach was reacting to rotten fruit or an overload of sugar and acid, or if his intestines had a partial blockage caused by a mass of crab apples and stems.  He’s okay now, but I really could have done without the expensive animal hospital fee and the night-time drive across town with a retching canine in the back seat.

This isn’t the first autumn our dog has made himself sick on crab apples, although the vomiting has never been this bad.  Always I vow that’s to be the end of it; the tree is coming down.

Just as soon as it blossoms one last time next spring.

Spring comes and goes.  The tree provides such nice shade in summer.   There will be plenty of time to cut it down before the crab apples fall.  And suddenly, before I can bring myself to take action, the boughs sag under the weight of their bounty.  Ripe fruit begins to drop again.

Still I’m reluctant to rid our yard of the tree.  Following today’s thunderstorm, wet crab apples shimmered like jewels.

dripping crab apples

jewel-wet crab apple

Like Scheherazade with her nightly cliff-hangers, that darn tree keeps enticing me to wait.  Il faut souffrir pour être belle, I guess.  (One must suffer to be beautiful😄)

And, after all, crab-apple season is almost over now.

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Keeping up with Tess Gerritsen’s “Great Indiana Public Libraries Tour”

One of my favorite authors is medical-thriller novelist Tess Gerritsen, whose continuing series’ characters Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles have inspired the hit TNT network television show “Rizzoli & Isles.”

Tess Gerritsen (photo by Garry Knight, via Wikipedia, under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic license)

Since 2005 Gerritsen has also written a blog that focuses primarily on matters related to creative writing and publishing but also covers a wide range of other topics like travel, creepy scientific facts, personal essays, and just really interesting stuff.  I buy Gerritsen’s novels for the suspenseful mystery plots and the ongoing development of her main characters (even though the gory descriptions of crime scenes are often hard to read).  But I follow her blog because Tess Gerritsen, the person, has a warm, honest voice that makes her posts seem like newsy letters from a friend.

This week I have looked forward every evening to reading updates on Gerritsen’s blog from her “Great Indiana Public Libraries Tour.”   When a librarian from Bartholomew County, Indiana, asked Gerritsen last year if she’d be interested in visiting her library, Gerritsen wondered if any other libraries might like her to speak while she was in the area.  A few days later she had her answer, when the librarian got back to her with a list of 20-plus libraries.

The result is a two-week, 23-stop tour speaking and signing books, happening right now at Indiana public libraries across the state.

What a smart librarian to have approached Gerritsen with this idea!  And kudos to Gerritsen for spending what surely must be an exhausting two weeks driving from town to town, attending two or three events in a day.  She has drawn large crowds at every stop and has sold hundreds of books.

As a lifelong Midwesterner, I can assure you that readers Gerritsen interacts with this week are thrilled by the opportunity to meet her in person.  Bestselling authors just don’t get to our neck of the woods that often, especially once you go beyond the main cities.  The goodwill being generated by this tour is an investment far outweighing the costs associated with travel and time that Gerritsen may expend.

 

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Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright

It all depends on your perspective . . .  Yesterday I happened to look up through the branches of our crab apple and silver maple trees and saw that the leaves way, way up there were suffused with late-afternoon sunlight.

Sunshine in the upper branches

When I’m driving through the countryside north of town, I’m always surprised by how brightly illuminated everything is by the slanted rays of late-afternoon sun.  My own neighborhood has so many trees and city blocks densely packed with houses that everything falls into shadow as the sun slips lower in the sky toward sunset.

Yet the treetops are still brightly lit long after evening arrives at ground level.  You can see it in the photo below, too.  The line of trees along the bottom of the photograph and the top branches of the tree on the right are much brighter than that tree’s shaded lower branches.

Sunshine on the treetops and a daytime moon

One  of my favorite poems is “Casey at the Bat,” a line near the end of which is the title of today’s blog post.  It doesn’t matter how wonderful things may be elsewhere in the world; there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out.

Sometimes it’s so easy to forget that our immediate reality is just a “microclimate.”

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September Mint (and other photos of summer’s end)

September is here, and Mother Nature is wrapping up summer here in Milwaukee.  After a busy August, I now am back in school (I teach at Milwaukee School of Engineering) and catching up on chores around the house whenever I can fit them in.

About two weeks ago the big drama on my street was a baby cardinal that had possibly ventured away from the nest prematurely.  All afternoon the baby bird landed in the strangest spots, like on top of the Sudoku puzzle my neighbor was working on, right on the table in front of her on her patio.  The parents were never far away, chirping different but rarely varying messages to their offspring.

It sounded like they were encouraging it to try its wings again, just as we cheer on kids learning to ride their bikes.

Eventually the baby bird made it all the way down to a duplex at the end of our block, a journey that had taken hours of close supervision from Mom and Dad.  Below is a photo I took in the early evening of our exhausted little adventurer.  In the upper left, you can see Mom perched on a thick line that remained stable under her weight.  Poor Mom.  She kept trying to land closer to Junior, but those thinner lines swayed too much every time she attempted to perch on one.

In the lower center-right of the photo you can see the baby bird sitting on a much more slender strand of wire above the garage.  It was a breezy evening, but the little bird didn’t seem to be bothered.  It just swayed along with the wire.  Meanwhile, the poor parents kept flitting and chirping incessantly.

Baby cardinal  & watchful parentBelow are some other photos I took to document the end of summer in Milwaukee.

Here we see the flowery finish of our mint plants.  Some of our mint plants, I should say.  Mint is a tireless volunteer, reseeding itself all over the place.

Mint in the September garden

The phlox bloomed once in early June, but new growth is trying for one last burst of color.

Phlox's last hurrah

The old silver maple is already anticipating autumn.  Its leaves are beginning to get tinged with red.

red-tinged silver maple leaves

And the crab apples!  My neighbor keeps telling me I should make jelly out of them.  We certainly could make a project of it.  We have lots of crab apples.

crab apple bounty

LOTS of crab apples . . .

LOTS of crab apples!

Happy September!

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Watching the “Up” Documentary Series (Film #5, 35 Up)

This past weekend I watched 35 Up.  As I said in my last post, I’m going to try a different approach in structuring my thoughts on the film this time around by first providing a brief update on each of the film’s subjects and then summarizing my overall reactions.

First the updates:

Tony — Still driving a cab, which he owns.  His wife also drives.  They split shifts to accommodate caring for their children.  She drives during the day, then quits in time to pick up the kids from school.  Tony goes to work, comes home to eat dinner with the family, then goes back out driving till 1:00 in the morning.  Tony’s mother died within the last couple years.

Bruce — Still teaching, but currently spending a term teaching in Bangladesh, through an arrangement with his school in London in order to better understand his immigrant students.  Not married; says he has had “affairs,” most of which ended amicably, but just hasn’t met the right woman yet.

Nick — Still teaching physics at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, where he is an associate professor (meaning he has gotten tenure, because promotion from “assistant” to “associate” usually goes hand in hand with receiving tenure).  Nick says his wife, Jackie, was surprised and unhappy with the way she appeared to be in the last film, so she doesn’t want to participate this time.  Nick and his wife have a son now, who also doesn’t appear.  We do see some footage of Nick’s parents and brothers back on the farm in Yorkshire.

Suzy — Still married to Rupert, a solicitor who has quit his law practice to become a real estate developer, at least that’s what the description of his work sounds like to me, renovating older buildings for use as offices.  Although her name appeared onscreen as “Suzi” in 28 Up, it is spelled “Suzy” this time.  Suzy and Rupert have three children, two sons and a daughter.  The older boy is now a “day student” at school (meaning, I guess, that he doesn’t board there).  Suzy and Rupert have moved, so I’m not sure if they’re still in Bath.  But they live in a rural area, with a small town.  Although Suzy worries that her children’s lives are too “cossetted,” she is glad that they can live a quiet, untroubled life for the moment, at least.  Her middle son has a “volatile” personality and some learning disabilities, and Suzy expresses concern about putting him into the right learning environment, but her tone of voice is calm, and you get the feeling that she’ll work this out.  She admits to some financial worries regarding the health of her husband’s business when the economy was bad, but again she seems remarkably calm in talking about the possibility of losing her home and material possessions, as though it is something she will take in stride if it happens.

The East End girls

Jackie — Married at 19 and now divorced.  In 28 Up Jackie was the only one of these three women without a child.  She said she was too selfish and didn’t want the responsibility.  She now has a son, who is the result of a “brief” relationship.  Her family (father, siblings, relatives) is very supportive, and she clearly adores her son, who looks to be maybe a year and a half old.

Lynn — Still married with two daughters, still working as a school librarian.  Lynn has some sort of health problem involving extra veins in her head, recently diagnosed and possibly requiring surgery.  We see her walking with her husband, and she also seems to have a little stiffness in her knees or hips because she has a slight limp.  Lynn’s mother died two years ago, and she is having a hard time getting over that.

Sue — Only recently married in 28 Up with a son, Sue has since also had a daughter and divorced her husband.  She is working in London, where we see her on the job and on the train going home.  Her clothes are fashionable, she wears a fair amount of makeup, and we see her out for the evening with friends, many of whom are also divorced women with children.

The prep school boys

Charles — Still working as a television journalist for the BBC.  We see a black-and-white photo of him sitting on a curb looking quite handsome.

John — Working as a barrister specializing in corporate work, mergers and acquisitions.  Married to Claire, daughter of a former ambassador to Bulgaria.  John’s grandfather came from Bulgaria, and John is raising money to provide health supplies and services to people there, especially disabled children at an orphanage.  John visits his grandfather’s farm, now apparently owned by the state.  He says there’s been some talk of returning land to the families, and he would like the opportunity to own his grandfather’s land and make needed repairs, as the buildings are falling into ruin.  John works in London but has a country home where he spends his weekends playing piano and gardening.

Andrew — Still married to Jane the “Yorkshire lass,” with whom he has two sons.  They live in Wimbledon, and we see the family walking around a slightly wooded field and also skiing somewhere in the snowy European Alps.  Andrew still works as a solicitor, doing corporate work.

The charity-run children’s home boys

Symon — Does not appear in this film, nor is he even mentioned.  No photograph or anything.

Paul — Still married, with two children.  Still living in Australia working as a bricklayer.  Apparently had started his own business, with employees, but realized that he is not the type to be a “boss.”  Worries about the future a bit, especially the physical aspects necessary to doing his job as he gets older.

The Liverpool suburb boys

Peter — Does not appear in this film, nor is he even mentioned.  No photograph or anything.  Almost all of his portions of the now-familiar dual interview with Neil from Seven Up have been edited out.  In part this makes sense: why show someone speaking at age 7 who is not going to be interviewed in the current film.  But it’s a little jarring to see how he has been excised when the clips with Neil are shown.  Originally the boys’ interview was a joint conversation, with Neil and Peter sitting side by side telling us about their school.  This is what I’m used to seeing, so it’s very strange to see only Neil’s part of the interchange in 35 Up.

Neil — Poor Neil.  Still jobless and living on social security.  Living in public housing in West Shetland.  But Neil seems to have developed a community of people who know him.  We see him stop in at a little shop for groceries, and the proprietress greets him warmly and engages him in conversation.  Neil has also become involved with local theater, performing in a play (or, as the flyer calls it, a “pantomime”) of Beauty and the Beast.  We see Neil in performance, and he does very well as an actor, I think.  Neil directed the play last year, but his name was not put forward for the job this year.  Apparently, from the way he describes the problem to the interviewer (director Michael Apted), Neil was too demanding, too much a perfectionist with his cast and crew of locals.  Neil is also writing.  He has a typewriter, and it appears he is writing plays.  So, just as Neil’s hitchhiking in 28 Up seemed to fulfill his childhood dream to travel as an adult, so also does his writing and work with the theater seem to fulfill his stated desires in 28 Up to lecture on subjects he had researched and to work in theater doing directing or lighting.

And now, here are my overall reactions to 35 Up:

At age 7, all the participants were cute children.  At age 14, many seemed awkward and uncertain.  At age 21, they still seemed like children to me, even though they were legally adults.  By age 28, everyone clearly was launched into their adult lives.  Now that the participants are 35 years old, my biggest overall impression is that they are beginning to get worn down by life, that the edges are starting to fray a bit.

Tony all but admits to cheating on his wife.  He talks about how “opportunities” have presented themselves when he’s been on vacation in Spain (without his wife, I guess), then says something about “birds” (attractive women) and how when you get home the wife is giving you that look of “I know, but I don’t want to know.”

Neil’s peripatetic lifestyle has taken its toll on his appearance.  His hair appears patchy with bald spots, which it did in 28 Up, as well.  Not the usual male pattern balding, but the kind of patchiness you might associate with stress and malnutrition.  His skin is also quite weathered; during his interview I could see from the contrast with white skin on part of his neck not normally exposed how permanently reddened his neck and face have become from the cold winds of northern Scotland.

Several of the participants have suffered the death of one or both parents and are very torn up by it.  Lynn has a serious health problem, something involving extra veins in her brain.  And the other two East End girls, Jackie and Sue, have gotten divorced.

Three of the participants—Neil, Jackie, and Sue—have been welfare recipients (“social security,” it appears to be called in England).  Neil has been receiving assistance for years.  Jackie and Sue apparently received help temporarily, like maybe a year—for Jackie following the birth of her son (the result of a “brief” relationship), and for Sue following her divorce.  It’s not completely clear whether or not Sue is continuing to receive aid.  But it’s striking that 3 out of 14 participants, slightly more than 20% of the group, have received financial support from the state by age 35.  I don’t know why that surprises me, but it does.

Money is sort of an interesting theme in 35 Up.  No one seems overly fixated on it, at least in their interviews.  Everyone acknowledges its importance to being able to live a comfortable life, but not everyone is able or willing to do what is necessary to have the income needed to afford that.  Although Jackie says she doesn’t know where the money will come from that she needs to raise her son, she expresses confidence that it will turn up, as it always does.  Bruce considers his life a success despite a low income because he has found meaningful work.  Suzy apparently has come to terms with money from the opposite direction, countering criticism of her wealth (implied? actual?) by saying that she can’t change what she was born into.

My only really critical comment regarding this film has to do with its presentation.  Director Michael Apted changed the way he structured the “Up” films starting with 28 Up.  In the first three movies, he had certain themes/topics and he grouped all of the children’s responses around those topics.  For example, he asked all the children if they had boyfriends or girlfriends; he asked what they thought about public political issues and events, like the trade union strikes; he asked them to talk about their belief in God.  While this structure caused 21 Up to be very rambling, I found something very intriguing about hearing everyone’s ideas and thoughts.  You really get insights into who these people were, as well as obtain glancing oblique views on what was happening in England in the 1960s and 1970s.

In 28 Up, though, Apted began to structure the films not around topics but by person.  We see Tony, then we see Bruce, then we see Suzy, then we see Nick, etc.  We start with a film clip of each person at age 7, then view sequential clips of all their interviews through time of the current movie.  I’ve been watching these films with one of my daughters, and by the middle of 35 Up she was bored.  The structure has become routine to the point of dullness.  I miss hearing each person’s thoughts.  Apted has taken largely to providing biographical updates for everyone and staging action (like bringing Paul’s family from Australia to London to visit to all the usual tourist spots).

I hate to say this, but because of its structure 35 Up feels a bit like the obligatory annual Christmas letter from distant relatives with factual updates that lack meaning because the context is absent.

Maybe if I had seen these movies at seven-year intervals instead of a new one every week this summer, viewing that same sequence of clips over and over, accruing new weight with each new film, wouldn’t be so irritating.  This is a problem I’ve noticed in my favorite series of mystery novels, as well.  Not only does the first chapter need to introduce the current story, but it has to reintroduce all of the familiar characters to new readers, as well as rehash the plot of the series’ continuing storyline, as well.  Balancing the new reader’s need for background with the tedium it causes old readers must be a very difficult task.  Similarly, Apted’s job of creating a film that is both a status update bulletin and at the same time a standalone work of art must be very challenging.

In the end, 35 Up feels somewhat similar to 21 Up to me, in that everyone seems suspended in time somehow.  Everyone is busy with the details of their lives—their children, their jobs, their social causes, their projects.  They’ve gotten their careers and families going (or haven’t), and they now seem to be simply going forward along the path they’ve set for themselves.

It’s like they made a big push in their very early twenties to set up their lives, and now at age 35 most of them are following through on that earlier momentum by doing the hard work of maintaining what they previously put in place.

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