|Kathleen Byron's infamous lipstick scene in Black Narcissus|
I have never liked the colour red. I am a yellow or a green person. At a push I will wear blue, brown and anything mucky but as for red , that's a colour that more suits women, young children and the mentally ill.
A decade or so ago , I wrote an academic assignment entitled " The use of the colour Red in five selected feature films"
I thought it was a pretty profound discussion which covered sex, death,and everything in between, though I did mention Judy Garland's slippers in The Wizard Of Oz, a fact that did receive a curt green penned comment from my very camp lecturer which read " They were , in fact RUBY!!!!! Not red"
|The killer midget in Don't Look Now|
|The ghetto Jewish child in Schindler's List|
|The Red Shoes|
I was reminded of this magnificent work of academia today when I was surveying the bleak dirty green brown wreck of the back garden. For, flashing through the drab graveyard, I caught a flash of deep and vibrant red darting between the tombstones .
Was it a Venetian killer midget that I spied?
Or a blood soaked University student?
Hummm...not at all...Just Auntie Glad in her cinematic vibrant woolly coat, who was late for church