Everything about the show is so likable. I left Gentleman's Guide to Love & Murder having had a perfectly pleasant time with a pair of talented new theatre-writers, in the company of a delightful cast. But rousing? No.
In the mid-1980s, when the personal computer arrived on the scene, it became as easy to print two copies as one. The once-ubiquitous carbon paper--that tissue-thin, inky paper you'd insert between two sheets of paper--began its slide into obscurity.
Writing about films is not something I often do, but as an old Cold Warrior who has covered intelligence matters for decades and been involved in a few, the thrilling book Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy is right up my dark alley.
We are so collectively mired in the hyper-superficial, materialistic, flashy "moment of now" that we haven't paused to acknowledge a man who helped bring some of the finest British films ever made to the screen.
Peter Sellers, best known to the world as the bumbling Inspector Clouseau in the "Pink Panther" series, would have turned 84 this month. Wouldn't life be brighter if this comic genius hadn't left us so soon?