Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We watched two 1960s movies with Margaret Rutherford playing Agatha Christie's Miss Marple last night. She's utterly spellbinding in the role, and such a physical comedianne that you are charmed. She was in her seventies when she filmed these four movies, and let's just say, there had been no cosmetic work done. She does such funny things with her super mobile face, and it couldn't have happened if she'd been even botoxed. What have we lost in film? One of the funniest things in each film is someone asks to marry her at the end, a different man each time. And it's utterly plausible, because she is so logical, inventive, intuitive and perceptive, and these older men find it refreshing. She talks back to them, takes no guff, and they adore it. I highly recommend these films, as we are unlikely to see an actress of her age in this era who doesn't look like a carved up tiki doll. Rutherford's real life husband plays Marple's friend and a librarian and they are such a good team! He's dithery, as you would expect a woman to be in most movies, and she's the brains of the outfit. Delightful!