Saw a charming little French film last night, which has won several awards, called 'The Well-Digger's Daughter'. Just a lightweight schmaltzy film, but light-hearted and enjoyable - what some might call a 'feel good' film. The sort of film you only see at art house cinemas - not the multiplexes. (EG, films like 'Black Book, The Lives of Others, Persepolis, Belville Rendezvous, The Illusionist' etc).
When we're in nerdy anoracky mode, we radio enthusiasts often spot radios which don't fit the era of the broadcasts being portrayed in films - for example, Chamberlain declaring that we're at war with Germany in 1939, booming out of a DAC90A. (I think there's been a bit of a kerfuffle about some World War 2 documentary series on TV recently showing a post WW2 Regentone radio).
I can't get too excited about such things - it's just lightweight entertainment - nothing more - 'docu-dramas or 'infotainment'.
But I've seen it all now - the giddy limit!
'The Well Digger's Daughter' is set in WW1 - 1915, and there is a 'call to arms' over the radio instructing men whose ID cards depict odd numbers that they are to be called up immediately.
This 'broadcast' is blaring out of the speaker of a post WW2 domestic superhet radio at a time when there were no broadcast transmissions and no equipment on which to receive them had there been any such transmissions. It wasn't until the early 20s that crystal sets and the early stages of broacasting came into being. Indeed, the term 'broadcast' in the context of spreading news over the airwaves hadn't even been thought of. It was a term adopted from the 'broadcasting' of seeds - spreading seeds, - usually by hand, over a wide area. A good term to borrow and apply to radio transmissions, and later, TV. Also a coloqualism in the topic of gossip - as in 'keep it to yourself - don't broadcast it'.
As soon as I saw the radio blaring away I started spluttering with indignation and Jennifer knew what was coming next, so dug me in the ribs and whispered 'button it - don't start', so I had to bite my lip - something I can do with consumate ease these days (often accidentally), with my fearsome new gnashers
When we're in nerdy anoracky mode, we radio enthusiasts often spot radios which don't fit the era of the broadcasts being portrayed in films - for example, Chamberlain declaring that we're at war with Germany in 1939, booming out of a DAC90A. (I think there's been a bit of a kerfuffle about some World War 2 documentary series on TV recently showing a post WW2 Regentone radio).
I can't get too excited about such things - it's just lightweight entertainment - nothing more - 'docu-dramas or 'infotainment'.
But I've seen it all now - the giddy limit!
'The Well Digger's Daughter' is set in WW1 - 1915, and there is a 'call to arms' over the radio instructing men whose ID cards depict odd numbers that they are to be called up immediately.
This 'broadcast' is blaring out of the speaker of a post WW2 domestic superhet radio at a time when there were no broadcast transmissions and no equipment on which to receive them had there been any such transmissions. It wasn't until the early 20s that crystal sets and the early stages of broacasting came into being. Indeed, the term 'broadcast' in the context of spreading news over the airwaves hadn't even been thought of. It was a term adopted from the 'broadcasting' of seeds - spreading seeds, - usually by hand, over a wide area. A good term to borrow and apply to radio transmissions, and later, TV. Also a coloqualism in the topic of gossip - as in 'keep it to yourself - don't broadcast it'.
As soon as I saw the radio blaring away I started spluttering with indignation and Jennifer knew what was coming next, so dug me in the ribs and whispered 'button it - don't start', so I had to bite my lip - something I can do with consumate ease these days (often accidentally), with my fearsome new gnashers
Regards, David.
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BVWS Member.
G-QRP Club Member 1339.
'I'm in my own little world, but I'm happy, and they know me here'