My Films: 17

So much for good intentions…

I failed to get very far with this project so shall we now call it “An Occasional Series” and maybe take the word “Day” out of the post titles? I do actually want to continue sharing these films. I stalled when we went away in May and since then seem to lack either the time or the will to write and oftentimes I lack the both of them!

Trying to turn a new leaf. Really.

How Green was My Valley, 1941

A John Ford movie, so no surprise to find Maureen O’Hara deep in the Welsh valleys, then.

I don’t know how old I was when I first viewed this film (and it would have not been a great age at all) but I do recall the impact that it had upon and recall sobbing deeply.

Looking back now, I remember that the last time that I saw this film, I found it very much of it time and quite stilted and mannered but perhaps I am now old enough to fully appreciate once more this classic and highly regarded work. It won 5 Oscars when it was released. Even IMDB users rate it at 7.8! The main thing though and the reason that I want to list it among the works that made an impact on me is that it left me with a lifelong love of the Welsh Male Voice Choir.

Directed byJohn Ford
Produced byDarryl F. Zanuck
Screenplay byPhilip Dunne
Based onHow Green Was My Valley
1939 novel
by Richard Llewellyn
StarringWalter Pidgeon
Maureen O’Hara
Donald Crisp
Anna Lee
Roddy McDowall
Narrated byIrving Pichel
Music byAlfred Newman

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