That's... a lot of rabbits.

I think there were only, what, seventeen?

Here's a can of worms, Deb, re: Hamlet movies--Branagh or Olivier? To get the ball rolling, I prefer Branagh's, despite his usual excesses in places.

I think there were only, what, seventeen?

Yeah, okay, you knew the reaction that was going to get.

Hazel, Fiver, Acorn, Speedwell, Dandelion, Blackberry, Hawkbit, Bigwig, Pipkin, Buckthorn... that's all I've got for the group from the very beginning.

ETA: Oh, and Silver.

I think there were only, what, seventeen?

Oh, hell. This is going to drive me bonkers.

Now I have to reread WD, damnit.

Nic just gave me an early birthday present: Border Crossing, by Rosie Thomas. She's a romance novelist, I think, but this is nonfiction; it's her chronicle of the 1996 Beijing to Paris road rally, using all vintage cars. We've been watching the multi-part documentary about it, and I'm fascinated.

Strawberry! There's a Strawberry too, isn't there?

No, I don't still remember all of them, dammit. Hell, I don't even remember as many as Katie does. Do love the book, though.

Is Hazel the big fighter? The one who, even though he's battered all to hell and gone, gets up and says, "My Head Rabbit told me to hold this position," and freaks out the enemy rabbits, who can't conceive of a rabbit tough enough to give this one orders?

Branagh or Olivier?

Oh, definitely Branagh's, for me. Olivier's was a very specific timepiece, done for a very specific purpose: chivvy up the Brits to deal with the Nazis. There's no subtlety in it anywhere that I can remember, as well done as it was.

Branagh's melted me. It just fucking killed me. I went back and saw it four times in the first two weeks it was out; the music alone would have made me fall in love, but the long tracking shot after Agincourt, the purity of the St. Crispin's speech, a little touch of Harry in the night...

Damn. On any given day, ask me to name my top five movies ever, and that one comes up in the top three.

Strawberry gets picked up on the way. (I was re-reading it... this winter? Didn't finish it. Maybe I'll take it with me on the cruise.)

Is Hazel the big fighter? The one who, even though he's battered all to hell and gone, gets up and says, "My Head Rabbit told me to hold this position," and freaks out the enemy rabbits, who can't conceive of a rabbit tough enough to give this one orders?

Bigwig. Hazel's the Head Rabbit in question. That's a great scene, too.

Plus Olivier left out the betrayal by those three Englishmen before the invasion. That was blatant.

And the shifting from theater to theatrical set to "real world" was interesting, but jarring.