Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day
Oh, what a lovely day. I’m expected in film Valhalla.
Goddamn cast seals the deal like HELL. Oh heavens, I seemed to have said a swear word, how improper of me. Apologies.
A nanny with strong feelings about proper children education is down on her luck, when a “white lie” leads her to babysit a socialite torn between the lovable penniless piano player, and the abusive club owner. There’s also the producer for a big West End play, but that’s just a transactional relationship, nothing really serious.
The vicar’s daughter turns sassy and acts as a talking cricket, whispering in the ear of her lady the right incantations that lead her to the outcomes she desires, but is socially unable to attain. Some kind of human vigour, illiquid.
A side plot eventually emerges concerning another transactional couple, a lingerie designer and a wannabe salon hostess. After her indiscretions were too public to bear. Our super nanny convince him that ‘tis was just a fling, and true love conquers all, but she was actually talking about herself.
As the UK enters World War II, the socialite marries the penniless piano player and moves to her native USA, while the woman’s lingerie designer decides to discard his transaction and stick with happiness incarnate, another person affected by the last war.
This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.