My Boy Jack

Have finally managed to watch 'My boy Jack'. It was very good, very moving in spite of the fact that the chap who played Rudyard Kipling will to me forever be the 'very naughty bridegroom indeed' from Four Weddings. I cried for pretty much the whole of the second hour. Daniel Radcliffe was perfectly fine in his role, his performance didn't stand out as awful or fantastic, perhaps workmanlike is what I mean. There were some entirely gratuitous shots of his naked torso (odd distribution of chest hair - don't remember it being like that in Equus) I can't help wondering how many hours the producers/script writers spent trying to think of an excuse to get him to undress. Kim Catrall was very good. Wonder what Kipling's daughter was really called and why they called her 'Bird'? On the whole the futility and awfulness of war emphasised to effect. Odd seeing the trenches in colour, so used to the black and white archive films. Can't begin to imagine how I would feel if it were my son. Can't bear to think about it frankly, it's making me cry again. Oh and just to emphasise how childish my sense of humour is there was a line very near the start where someone asks John what his father did and he replies "He's a writer" and I couldn't help thinking "He makes excedingly good cakes."