Ten minutes ago I met you..

While studing I often listen to music. Once I was listening to Julie Andrews, after finishing a video blessed YoutTube suggested me a few more inter alia an old black-and-white version of "Ten minutes ago". I played it and to my astonishement I heard a song from my childhood.

My beloved grandma recorded for me a VHS tape which I used to watch as child at least twice a week. It was a musical "Cinderella" by Rodgers and Hammerstein with Stuart Damon and Lesley Ann Warren starring. The musical was written for television. It was originally broadcast live on CBS on March 31, 1957 as a vehicle for Julie Andrews, who played the title role. My tape-version was remade in 1965 and is only a one adaptation among so many! In 2013, the musical was performed for the first time on Broadway. I wish I could see it one day! 

My favorite song is definiately the Stepsister's Lament in which Cinderella's stepsisters ask why the Prince had not chosen any of them to be his love. I find these two character hilarious. I'm getting older but I still love "Cinderella" so much!

Stuart Damon and Lesley Ann Warren, 1965

"Stepsister's Lament", 1957

The Green Mile

A few days ago when I came back home in the evening I found my family on the coach watching "The Green Mile". I remember my annoyance: "What? Again?" Well, actually this movie is on TV quite often recently. and my family just loves it so I can tell, I know it by heart.

I saw it for the first time at the age of 13 in junior high school during my English lesson. Our teacher, a native speaker, used to watch movies with us during every single class. It was fantastic (no grammar!). Thanks to him I consider watching  movies as a great way of learning spoken language. Anyway I was really moved by "The Green Mile" and even now, after eight years, I still find it very disturbing. I think the character of John Coffey (like the drink, only not spelled the same..) is absolutely incredible. His sensitivity and vulnerability is biting. Each time I'm watching the movie I can't escape the sorrow - how fragile the good can be...