I just crossed the path of Jenny Agutter in the Tesco’s in Kennington and commended her for being a cultural icon. She was kind enough to take the compliment graciously. I’m not sure about Logan’s Run, but for adolescent boys her role and swim in Walkabout was, er, a seminal moment. It’s one of those great, tender films, reminiscent of Sunshine, that we blogged about before, and the tragedy of misunderstood languages. So the young aborigine’s mating dance becomes only a source of fear and then ultiamte tragedy for him. Maybe we should warn those trying to engage in any kind of ‘transatlantic relationships’ between the UK and America!
A KENNINGTON WALKABOUT
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