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Two of these actors are currently appearing in the blockbuster film I saw today. Sadly, Michael Kitchen isn’t one of them.

Wonder Woman is seriously good entertainment.





New appreciation for High Castle after watching the episode a second time in its entirety since it premiered.



Jack’s absence doesn’t cause St. Victor’s to fall apart, but ransomware probably would. I hope all UK hospitals and other victims of today’s malicious cyber attack are able to resume normal operations soon.




Much of France has something else to celebrate today.


Faraday’s nieces were lucky to live with an uncle who
valued their education, rare for girls at that time. Here Michael Kitchen endearingly captures the delight Faraday takes in demonstrating to his young, in-house audience
the generation of electricity from a battery.

And later he unveils to them his groundbreaking electric motor based on electromagnetic rotation:





The open dish of mercury, though. Yikes. Faraday’s regular exposure to mercury while conducting experiments could be why he suffered from headaches and memory loss later in life.



Thinking, thinking, thinking, eureka!



Alternating current!





I had a laugh watching Anne Hathaway and Jimmy Fallon sing Google-double-translated versions of hit songs, so I thought I’d run the fairly slangy dialogue from one of my favorite Michael Kitchen scenes through the filter. Have to hand it to Google Translate, it does a pretty accurate job with most languages I tried. Korean and Polish need a bit of work, though:

Hey, but I killed him.
It was an accident.
Well, he’s dead. I torture my wife, blindfolded.
He is dead. I did it. How good do you think it is?
Greg, would you lower your voice?
When they asked why, I would say “the least.” No, frankly, it is the tiredest thing I can do.
And that does not mean he’s dressed up. No.
In the luxury of his waxed car he fried a sharp and dirty bastard.

Hey, but I killed him.
It was an accident.
So, he’s dead. Bastard, bestowal on my wife, the thief blind me.
He’s dead, and I did it. How do you think how good?
Greg, would you keep your voice?
When they ask why, I will go, “This is the least” – no, frankly, it is very bloody at least I can do.
And not only did he deliver it. No.
Fried, dirty slurry fried in the luxury of his car.

I certainly hope Google Translate isn’t being used for any high-level discourse between the U.S. and North Korea. I wouldn’t put it past this administration.


From the DVD bonus feature, Michael Kitchen chatting with Alison Elliot on the set of The Buccaneers.

Dancing the Virginia Reel in the ballroom scene.

 

Pity no behind-the-scenes footage of the negotiation scene.


A find via the Foyle’s War Appreciation Society and tumblr, Michael Kitchen and Joanna Lumley, the latter captured in this photo blowing a kiss with The Greatest himself, are among the celebrities in the audience at the taping of Muhammad Ali’s Greatest Hits in London on June 5, 1979.

MK at 5:03 and 14:14.

MK at 6:47, 18:22, and 20:31.



In recognition of International Women’s Day…


The Women’s Land Army hostel offers Sam, Foyle, and Milner a bed for the night and a hearty meal. I wouldn’t have guessed that Foyle was the milk with dinner type.




Like VIPs who have visited the White House this past month, Jack Turner is the victim of an awkward handshake. Customary bowing, in my opinion, is preferable to shaking hands, especially when one must deal with a head of state whose hands have been grabbing the nether regions of untold women. For those with a bad back, though, I suppose a handshake is less taxing.

(Not quite the Michael Kitchen/Stella Gonet reunion I hoped for.)


Huge explosion emanating from the West Wing.

Constitutional checks and balances at work. Some good news at last.