Day of the Cravat – The Sequel

Earlier this week someone named Big Sven left a comment on my blog post, Day of the Cravat. In case you missed that one, it was about the movie Day of Jackal, and the sartorial choices of the assassin in the movie (a.k.a. The Jackal).

In case you’re too feckless to go read the original post, here’s what I said about the Jackal’s pants:

First, he’s got these taupe-colored high-waist pants, seemingly his only pair, and he wears them in every scene in the first half of the movie. They’re clearly miracle-pants, surviving scene after tedious scene, including scenes that are sorta action-y, with nary a wrinkle or a stain. These pants are the pride of the British Empire. They have a stiff upper inseam.

I also take note of all his cravats, and even include three super-hot cravat photos.  (Really. You haven’t read the original post? Your mother will be secretly ashamed.)

OK, now that you’ve done the reading, let’s check out Big Sven’s comment, because it’s all kinds of interesting–so interesting, I’m going to put it here in all its verbatimness:

It’s a film, small detail-misses occur even in the most expensive films and The Day of The Jackal was a cheap b-film, the actors using their own clothes for the most part. Surprisingly many actors are actually quiet bland and boring as day-to-day people, without a script in their hands.

The Jackal’s trousers: Edward Fox was an ex-lieutenant in the Coldstream Guards (hence that lovely well-trained body!) and thus was used to living rough yet keeping his kit in good shape. He’d have out himself on a charge if his clothes got dirty or creased!

The cravats: Ditto, Fox was used to wearing woollen scarves, camo-net scarves, when out on manoevers, check-out today’s soldiers, they still do this even in the desert. So he preferred cravats in civilian life, too, and thus it felt ok for him to wear them in the film. The Jackal character must have been an ex-soldier as all did their National Service in those days, this is where he learned to be a marksman, as a company-sniper, hence even he would be used to dressing this way. Lots of ‘Hooray-Harrys’ or ‘Ruperts’, as they are also called (can’t use what the squadies call them in this forum!) wear cravats for this reason.

By the way, Fox is ‘of the Manor-born’, related to the British Astor family, heavily into banking and the media, they owned The Times (they were also famed for their involvement in the Profumo Affair) and the (German?) American Langhorne Family, his auntie was actresse Joyce Grenfell.

Fox may also have met the man Forsyth based the Jackal on, an ex-army sniper and now mercenary, Jimmy Duggan, South London. Could explain why he took-on the roll, films never interested him. Eric Porter Britain and Badel certainly knew Duggan, visiting him at his flat in Beckenham, South London and meeting him up at The Garrick Theatre. I moonlighted there and saw them together. I have actually acted together with Porter on a police training-film.

I’m actually trying to get a producer/director interested in doing a remake of The Day of The Jackal, a less ‘boring’ one. But I’ve researched so much material it would probably be better as a TV-series.

One lives in hope….

The Power of the Pants

In a post-Olympic praise-and-blame column for Yahoo sports, Dan Wetzel mostly got it right, calling curling a winner:

What other sport could offer this sentence: The Danish women’s skip, who is a part-time topless model, broke into tears because the Canadian crowd was too rowdy.

This isn’t your father’s curling anymore. The sport received wall-to-wall television coverage in Canada, the United States and China, the latter a rising power. Long mocked as shuffleboard on ice, curling suddenly was cool. It’s the unlikely breakout sport of the Olympics.

He also gave rightful props to Petra Majdic, the Slovenian cross-country skier who crashed during a training run, falling off an embankment and into a small creek. Despite being injured, she went on to compete and win a bronze medal–despite having four broken limbs, and a collapsed lung.

However, Wetzel said fashion was a loser:

The Norwegian men curled in checkered pants. The American snowboarders had baggy jeans — where is General Larry Platt when you need him? In men’s figure skating there was a skeleton costume, a sailor and a farmer. Johnny Weir ported “male cleavage.” The hot items on the street were silly red mittens with a white maple leaf on the palm. Somehow they tricked Wayne Gretzky into wearing them.

True enough I suppose, but Wetzel overlooks the fact that the Norwegians and their pants won silver medals in men’s curling. Of course, FPI was onto this story from the get-go, noting the intangible advantage such pantwear gave them, not to mention the Facebook fan page.

The trousers that swept all the way to the finals

True, they lost in the finals, but they lost to Kevin Martin’s Canadian team, the favorites (Martin: four-time Brier champion,  three Olympic games, former World Champion and has won eleven Grand Slam titles on the World Curling Tour).

Then other news comes out of Canada, that the silk necktie worn by coach Mike Babcock when the Canadian men’s hockey team defeated the U.S. in overtime is now sold out.

Mike Babcock, sporting his 'lucky' McGill tie. Bruce Bennett/Getty Images

Despite playing on home ice, the Canadians squeaked by Slovakia and the U.S. to win … clearly, his sartorial lucky charm was effective. (And yes, Virginia, it too has its own Facebook fan page. But with only 1,500 fans.)

So, I dunno. Maybe Wetzel’s right that Johnny Weir shouldn’t have sported pink fringe or cleavage…. but in my mind, there’s no denying the power of the McGill tie–or the Norwegian pants.

Americans’ Slacks: Down in the Trousers

While millions are transfixed on men in tassels, sequins and hair gel sliding on the ice, there’s another competition going on at the Winter Olympics–curling.

Yet the parallels between curling, figure skating and dubious sartorial choices cannot be denied. Case in point: the Norwegians sported a dynamic pair of pants earlier this week. (Your far-flung correspondent did not fail to notice this. Or post pics.)

The pants made the papers. The pants got their own Facebook fan page. The page has almost 100,000 fans (I joined–but I didn’t inhale). The pants have great Facebook updates, in the third person, such as this earlier one, “Almost 83,000 fans! The pants are humbled by your support,” and this one from mid-match: “Norway and the pants up 3-2 after 5. Very exciting match!”

As exciting as the pants are, the US curled off against Denmark today. A very exciting match as well, that actually went to extra frames.

But before we get to the action, what were they wearing? The Americans were in stolid white shirts and black slacks. Very stolid. Sober. Proper. And Boring. They looked every bit the soporific golfer.

Ah, but the Danes! Red shorts, black pants … and white belts.You know, kinda hip! Oh, and the skip? He had on a silver belt buckle that would have made the Pendleton Round-Up proud.

Danish curler Lars Vilandt showing off that winning fashion edge.

The Americans and Danes went back and forth … no one ahead by more than one point … tied at the end of 10 … and … the Danes won in an extra frame.

Why? I think you know why. Oh, and did I mention that the Americans are now 0 and 4? Three of those matches they’ve lost by a single point. Rock. Whatever you call it. But still, losing by a belt buckle.

Back to the Norwegians. They wore a different pair of pants today:

Even the volunteer can't stop staring at those pants.

But how did they do?

They won 7-4, making them 3 and 1 in the prelims.

So if I were the Americans, I’d be looking for something–anything–to help my competitive edge.

Here’s what to do: Give the dull threads to Goodwill, and go shopping with something with some verve. One more suggestion? I know this guy who did quite well with miracle trousers. And cravats.