Mike's Pith & Wind - Lachrymosity
Lachrymosity, the tendency to burst
into tears, seems to be endemic in my age group, (a group
I did not choose to be in, incidentally, and I still find
myself thinking like a bloke twenty or more years my junior
in many respects – that is until I stand up and have
to remember where I put my specs, etc.).
This teary phenomenon is just another social hazard we deluded
old bastards must endure as we wind down in preparation
for our inevitable demise. Idle speculation is often as
not the culprit; a young woman looking a certain way in
a certain light for instance, but I’d have to say
that movies are the prime cause of my leaking.
Iris, the harrowing movie (most likely) adapted
from the book about the writer, Iris Murdoch, was perhaps
understandable, reminding me so vividly of the last few
years living with my late wife Helen.
Occasionally I’m caught by surprise, though. How about
a film of a play? Wasn’t expecting that. I had my
son Chris over recently and I’ve never really known
what appeals to him on the telly, so I was surprised when
I happened on a film of a live play on the Studio channel
(132) and he seemed to respond to the actors shouting at
I couldn’t make out what the play was initially.
I mean, I could see that it was called Caesar and Cleopatra,
and I knew vaguely that Shakespeare had written something
about Cleopatra, (I only studied Hamlet at school), but
the language seemed too transparent to be Shakespeare’s.
I consulted the Foxtel program synopsis and... read