My Boy Jack

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My Boy Jack

Post by Fuzz » 16th Feb, '08, 22:28

My Boy Jack

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I’ve just finished watching a movie made for television called My Boy Jack about the Rudyard Kipling’s son Lieutenant John ‘Jack’ Kipling and Jack’s subsequent death in the Battle of Loos in France. It was screened originally on ITV in the UK in November 2007.

My Boy Jack chronicles how passionate Rudyard Kipling was in Great Britain entering the war against Germany and how insistent he was for Jack to do the right thing and defend the country. Jack was not fit enough to join the navy nor the army because of his poor eyesight, so Rudyard used his influence to get Jack into the Irish Guards instead.

Watching the movie gives me extra insight to the kind of man that Rudyard Kipling was, especially when I link it to his poem ‘If‘ - one of my favourites. I learn from Wikipedia that after Jack’s death, Kipling wrote “If any question why we died / Tell them, because our fathers lied”.

The movie is beautifully made and powerfully acted - David Haig as Rudyard Kipling is excellent. Apparently the movie is based on the play that he wrote. David Haig’s play is in turn, based on Kipling’s poem called ‘My Boy Jack‘. Daniel Radcliffe also acts Jack Kipling really well as a boy who really wants to get out of home, and uses the army as his way out. Even Kim Catrall is remarkable as Kipling’s American wife, Carrie.

My Boy Jack

Have you news of my boy Jack?
Not this tide.
When d’you think that he’ll come back?
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
Has any one else had word of him?
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
Oh dear, what comfort can I find?
None this tide
Nor any tide
Except he did not shame his kind –
Not even with that wind blowing and that tide.
Then hold your head up all the more
This tide,
And every tide,
Because he was the son you bore
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide.


I really enjoyed the movie - 4.5/5. Get the DVD if you can get it ...

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Re: My Boy Jack

Post by kittykat » 17th Feb, '08, 05:39

Looks good Fuzz. Who plays the son? Is that the guy from Harry Potter?
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Re: My Boy Jack

Post by Fuzz » 17th Feb, '08, 06:44

Yeah, Daniel Radcliffe. I've never seen any Harry Potter books but Radcliffe is good in this movie. The cable TV may pick this up in the near future; apparently it will screen in PBS in the US in April.

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Re: My Boy Jack

Post by Spike » 17th Feb, '08, 10:20

Kipling was a well known Freemason and one of my favourite poems is, "The Mother Lodge"

The Mother-Lodge
There was Rundle, Station Master,
An' Beazeley of the Rail,
An' 'Ackman, Commissariat,
An' Donkin' o' the Jail;
An' Blake, Conductor-Sargent,
Our Master twice was 'e,
With 'im that kept the Europe-shop,
Old Framjee Eduljee.

Outside -- "Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!"
Inside -- "Brother", an' it doesn't do no 'arm.
We met upon the Level an' we parted on the Square,
An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there!

We'd Bola Nath, Accountant,
An' Saul the Aden Jew,
An' Din Mohammed, draughtsman
Of the Survey Office too;
There was Babu Chuckerbutty,
An' Amir Singh the Sikh,
An' Castro from the fittin'-sheds,
The Roman Catholick!

We 'adn't good regalia,
An' our Lodge was old an' bare,
But we knew the Ancient Landmarks,
An' we kep' 'em to a hair;
An' lookin' on it backwards
It often strikes me thus,
There ain't such things as infidels,
Excep', per'aps, it's us.

For monthly, after Labour,
We'd all sit down and smoke
(We dursn't give no banquits,
Lest a Brother's caste were broke),
An' man on man got talkin'
Religion an' the rest,
An' every man comparin'
Of the God 'e knew the best.

So man on man got talkin',
An' not a Brother stirred
Till mornin' waked the parrots
An' that dam' brain-fever-bird;
We'd say 'twas 'ighly curious,
An' we'd all ride 'ome to bed,
With Mo'ammed, God, an' Shiva
Changin' pickets in our 'ead.

Full oft on Guv'ment service
This rovin' foot 'ath pressed,
An' bore fraternal greetin's
To the Lodges east an' west,
Accordin' as commanded
From Kohat to Singapore,
But I wish that I might see them
In my Mother-Lodge once more!

I wish that I might see them,
My Brethren black an' brown,
With the trichies smellin' pleasant
An' the hog-darn passin' down; [Cigar-lighter.]
An' the old khansamah snorin' [Butler.]
On the bottle-khana floor, [Pantry.]
Like a Master in good standing
With my Mother-Lodge once more!

Outside -- "Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam!"
Inside -- "Brother", an' it doesn't do no 'arm.
We met upon the Level an' we parted on the Square,
An' I was Junior Deacon in my Mother-Lodge out there!
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