Monday, 22 April 2019

SCENE ONE: FADE IN ON BRIAN KAVANAGH
After a lifetime making films, I have a new life writing mystery novels.
My old cinematic life was in the days when most of you were a mixture of multiplying cells, when the world hadn't heard of Australian films (apart from the dear departed, Chips Rafferty) and therefore was a neater and cleaner place. So I, along with a company of ne'er-do-wells, am partly responsible for dirtying up the joint.
I intend here, with your approval, to dig into the dirt and recall moments when I struck gold (mostly fools-gold) and carry you through my film-land adventures.
This Blog will occur at irregular intervals, much like my memory, so make a note of the address and check back from time to time.

But first things first. I discovered film early on in life on Saturday afternoons at the Circle Cinema, High street, Preston a suburb of Melbourne, Australia (more of that later). 


Two cinematic gems I recall that made a lasting impression on my pubescent mind are.
Charles Chaplin's THE GOLD RUSH (a revival I hasten to add, lest you think me doubling as Methuselah (there some who claim I am).

And a weekly serial which I think irrevocably coloured my approach to cinema .
THE IRON CLAW.


So you can see that the die was cast and I was determined to emulate these cinema gods. (to be continued. Please return)😈
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