The movie combo didn't really work for me...

L.A. Confidential is a crazy personal favorite, but then Madagascar (which I had never seen) did nothing for me. Following it up with How Green Was my Valley was not smart, because even though it is garbage...

I sat there drinking my tea and crying like a motherless child just thinking of all the SUPER SAD AND AWFUL THINGS THEY DIDN'T EVEN PUT IN THE STUPID FILM.

Also, it is just some serious hollywood bullshit that Huw gets beaten by the Headmaster for FIGHTING and not for SPEAKING WELSH in school, which was a common thing at the time.

Ugh, even though that book is some melodramatic shit, and you're like NO I WON'T GET SUCKED IN TO THIS IT's NOT EVEN BY A WELSH AUTHOR, you DO. Then you start caring and it is so fucking depressing.

Okay, I mean, Llewellyn was Welsh by extraction. But about as much as I am. EVEN LESS ACTUALLY, because I am not a bit English. Which he was.

Also, he claimed it was all based on personal experience, but really it was all stories and interviews from the people of the mining towns.

NOT COOL, RICHARD.

Okay, back to "work". Thus endeth this completely unnecessary Plurk! If you read this far, well-- my apologies!