My converted copy of
My Night with Reg came in, and it was certainly worth the price and the slight circumvention of British copyright law. I watched it this afternoon, in lieu of thesis reading, and it was also worth ending the day ten pages behind my alloted reading.
This movie, a close adaptation of the 1995 play, was quietly heartbreaking. It centers on a small group of gay men in London during the 1990s, who meet at the house of the friendly and yet so painfully isolated Guy, and who are all connected by the enigmatic Reg of the title, whom we never actually see.
David Bamber's acting is transcendent and yet so subtle - as in my incoherent flailings after 'Philippi,' for someone who can play over the top characters with such enthusiasm, his true strength, I feel, is in portraying the minutae that truly define such roles as Guy and to some extend, second season Cicero (first season wasn't so big with the subtleties - or much in the way of character development). There are some absolutely incredible scenes - the quiet sorrow of receiving not one but two books on cooking alone, a sweetly hilarious bit with 'training' a man over the telephone, and the scene where Guy reveals the object of his unrequited love that left me reeling for some time after the movie was over. And
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babel, there was a scene straight out of 'Words and Deeds,' I kid you not.
If anyone would like to borrow the movie, just let me know - it's certainly worth sharing with others beyond an LJ post.
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