A film every psychotherapist should watch, at least that’s my perception.
I watched a film on TV last night, ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’, made in 1988 and released in the UK on 30th June 1989. Michael Caine is an actor whom I admire immensely. I looked online for the script to discover that the film is a remake of the 1964 film, ‘Bedtime Story’ in which David Niven played the role reprised by Michael Caine and in which Marlon Brando played the role reprised by Steve Martin. I was able to find a passing decent copy on Youtube and watch it on my TV screen.
I won’t recap the plot but merely say that I enjoyed both laughter and tears and the strongest feeling that I wished friends had been watching it with me. A film about deception, perception, camaraderie and friendship; for me, life as I have experienced it and I say that both objectively and subjectively.
The storyline takes place in Beaulieu-sur-Mer which is depicted in the film as Beaumont-sur-Mer. The opening scene is of the Château De La Napoule in Mandelieu-la-Napoule in the Alpes-Maritimes Department of France. The castle was built in the 14th century by the Countess of Villeneuve. In 1918 it was purchased and restored by American husband and wife Henry Clews Jr. and Marie Clews. In 1951, in memory of her late husband, Marie Clews founded the La Napoule Art Foundation, a non-profit organization which houses the Clews Collection and hosts international programs in the arts.
La Napoule
A still of the opening scene; a location I’ve visited and where I’ve taken photographs.
© James Sapsard
The photograph above has been published on the Guardian website.
The walkway, with arched windows, is open to public access.
© James Sapsard
Today I waited expectantly for the postman who has long since been and gone. No sign of the book I ordered online yesterday, ‘Dorothy Bohm Colour Photography 1984-94; 1st Edition autographed by Dorothy Bohm’. A pleasure postponed or perhaps merely deferred; the latter suggesting only a brief hiatus, which is not quite the right word but I’m trying to flout the rigours and constraints of a sometimes oppressive education.
There was only one edition and I already have a copy, autographed by Dorothy Bohm with a dedication:, “For Martin and Annabel with best wishes from Dorothy Bohm Hampstead, May 1995”. It was published by The Photographers Gallery London to coincide with the exhibition of Dorothy Bohm’s photographs at the gallery from 7th October to 19th November 1994 when the gallery was housed at 5 & 8 Great Newport Street, London before its move, in 2012, to its current location, 16–18 Ramillies Street, London.
I forget where I bought my copy. It was in the past two or three years and I paid £4 according to the pencilled price on the first page.
I was prepared to change my name to Martin but could find no one willing to change her name to Annabel. It never occurred to me to simply look for an Annabel. Multitasking has never been my forte.
I hung a trip in the ether; I’m sorry, I mean I checked the internet, to discover what my copy might be worth although I would never sell it, just treasure it more should it be priceless. Up popped another copy signed by Dorothy Bohm, in pristine condition, for £15, the one which I now await.
I rather like this whole business of using a computer to write about whatever subject one fancies. No noisy typewriters, fading ribbon or reams of paper piled high. One can even read one’s mail without moving from one’s seat, or do what I just did, a random check on Dorothy’s book. I now see another copy, unsigned , at £90. I suspect that such an optimistic endeavour may reflect an overinvestment by the seller. And the best part of writing? Merging fact with fiction.