I guess I should say "Ordinariate-related." "Anglican" is both more and less accurate, as it isn't in the name of the Personal Ordinariate of the Chair of St. Peter, on the face of which designation you would not know that its purpose is the preservation of the Anglican patrimony in union with the Catholic Church.
Anyway: here is William Oddie in the Catholic Herald UK on the subject of our new liturgy, which has been described as "the Extraordinary Form [i.e. the old Latin Mass] in Cranmerian English." Last Sunday, the first Sunday of Advent, was the date of its inaugural use across the Ordinariate.
"The ordinariate, that is, isn’t now just for ex-Anglicans; it’s for us all. This isn’t an ex-Anglican ghetto."
I certainly hope so.
And here is our priest, Fr. Matthew Venuti, interviewed on our local Catholic radio station. This is better than listening to it on the radio, because you can see the participants. This is an hour long and I've only listened to about three-fourths of it, but that's enough for me to say I think you'll enjoy it.
There are probably going to be a number of these brief reviews of mostly old movies over the next month or so. We are about to cancel our "cable" TV service (actually over the phone lines--AT&T's TV+Internet service). It's crazy for us to keep it, since we almost never watch anything but PBS, TCM, and in the fall college football. I'm a little hazy now about why we did it in the first place--had something to do with consolidating phones, Internet, and TV. But it includes a DVR, and in the several years we've had it I've recorded an awful lot of stuff. Right now I think there are around 120 (!) programs on the DVR, and at least two-thirds of them are old movies recorded from TCM. So, since it will be going away with the subscription, we're trying to watch some of the ones that look most interesting. I'll miss TCM, but a lot of what they show can be found on Netflix, and we can get the PBS shows either broadcast or on the net.
The other third is music programs like Austin City Limits and a few things from EWTN.
This is a completely negligible movie, apart from a couple of musical performances. There's Bill Haley and his Comets performing the title song, of course, as well as a couple of other tunes. Even better are the two performances by The Platters, and best of all their performance of "The Great Pretender," a song I remember from sometime in childhood or early adolescence. Since I was only seven years old when the movie came out, I suppose my memory must be of hearing it as an oldie on the radio. But maybe not.
The plot is thin, the acting ranges from bad to passable. It involves the discovery of rock and roll by an impresario, with help from its real-life booster, Alan Freed. It's the sort of thing that gives people a pretty weird idea of what the 1950s were like, with its teenagers speaking some Hollywood version of hipster slang that was probably never heard in real life. But as a product of its times it's sort of interesting.
Have you ever noticed how good the guitar solo in "Rock Around the Clock" is?
Frank Sinatra's music will live forever, or at least until people can no longer comprehend the musical vocabulary of 20th century popular song. And I think he was a good actor in some movies. But portraits of '50s sophistication like this one have for the most part already grown stale. I found it only mildly entertaining. Sinatra, as ex-commando Danny Ocean, recruits eleven of his former compatriots to rob five Las Vegas casinos. But the witty repartee falls flat, the Vegas glitz just seems sort of thin and sad, and--maybe I'm jaded by contemporary action-intrigue movies, but there's really not much in the way of suspense or excitement. Like Rock Around the Clock, it seemed interesting to me only as an artifact of what its creators thought sophistication looked like. And maybe it did look like that, though surely the actuality was a little more impressive. Or maybe not in Las Vegas.
The heist takes place on New Year's Eve, and so the preliminaries occur during the Christmas season. And one aspect of the sophistication that unfortunately probably was correctly portrayed was the hollowed-out secular "holiday" season, with stylized foil trees, snowflakes, etc. the only indication of its presence. That tendency has been with us for a long time.
There's not any very memorable music, either, in spite of having Nelson Riddle in charge. I enjoyed the 2001 remake with George Clooney more, which is a bit surprising for me.
Not to accept everything, but to understand everything; not to approve of everything, but to forgive everything; not to adopt everything, but to search for the grain of truth that is contained in everything.
To reject no idea and no good intention, however awkward or feeble.