Well, I certainly didn't get to see it, alas (love those actors!)…but found the play available via amazon, and will give it a read. If anyone else has seen/read it, love to listen to your thoughts. Will share mine.

This part of the story has always fascinated me too. And I agree with what you said, "My own belief is that they were an aspect of his own spirit, possibly a negative aspect, to some extent activated by his mothers death and centred upon his subconscious fear of being overwhelmed." … I don't have a copy of The Lost Boys script at the moment, but I was always so moved in that last car ride in episode 2 with Sylvia's voice over about her sons, and coming to Michael she didn't want him to be pushed to work so hard. I admired that in her, it's so easy to belittle a person either way (overwhelming or with low expectations), but she seemed sensitive and respecting to how he was made up (in nature and life experience).

Has anyone seen this play? A meeting between Peter LD and Alice H, remembering…


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwLn5csGKKU

I never saw a screen/stage version look like what I thought was Peter. As for Barrie's image of him, I wondered what his older brother, David looked liked. My mental version sometimes leaned for a young Barnaby Holm (who played George in The Lost Boys) and for a young Ned Birkin (Andrew's son, who played Tom in The Cement Garden). Both boys have a glint of the devil.

That simple and provoking question that smiles asked really moved me for some reason. I dunno anything much, and certainly can't respond or express for Andrew in the past or what he goes through in the now, so i'm just commenting on and listening out like everyone else here.

But from just recalling all i've heard over the last years regarding Barrie, i think it may have been even more than that the story grew deeper and continued. Yea, Wendy, he came understand not just the death, but whole story in new ways. Even in Andrew's awesome thoughts and comments on this website, there's an understanding for Barrie and everything else in the universe that's always in the state becoming. I still love the biography as it is in documented form and dramization of the film, but i feel Andrew's heart in his words now so full of maltitudes complimenting and breaking away all these pasts and futures. But still, the reality of what connected/seperated Andrew and Barrie is nothing that is dully repeated to the point of becoming sentimental or memorilized with a posh gravestone or whatever Barrie and so many dead flyers had to get their memories made into. Despite how the world of ceremonies and blah can do that to these wonders, AB in his curious and open and noble savage heart dosen't get lost to that and live in boredom. This death and anxious rebith is not only a story or memory that happened, but is happening within and without him and everyone...

"I spent so much time trying to emphasize Barrie's grief at the death of Michael, but when it finally came to me, it was nothing like I imagined at all...only the initial howl of anguish was the same to repeated rhythmically of the succeeding months, but interwoven with a sense of…well there really isn’t a word to describe, but a sense of privilege comes close. Barrie spent 2 days and nights next to Michael’s coffin, but that wasn’t my way at all. Many people helped me through my grief, but it was Anno’s himself who salvaged me with that parting thought of his: “To be AND not to be.” Superpostional states as they’re called in quantum physics - each defining the other, yet each incomplete without the other. After only moments of hearing his death, I knew that Anno only dead it the physical sense - though God knows that’s the one that matters most! I made a commitment to Anno there and then that his poems would not go the way of Michael’s, all of but two which mysteriously disappeared over time. I set to work almost transcribing Anno’s poems - over 700 of the them, none of us had any idea he had written so many. But there came the inevitable day when I couldn’t get it together at all. For all my philosophies, I just broke down sobbing. So I climbed back up to my loft, and Ned was there which didn’t all together surprise me cause he often came up to my loft when he couldn’t get to sleep. 'Ned, what are you doing here?' and he turned over and it was Anno. And I said, 'Anno!' and he said, 'Shh. You’re taking this much too seriously.' And I woke up at that moment, never remembering going to be in the first place, and I knew he was right. And that was my big step forward.....

....On a scrap of paper Anno had scribbled: Who Said the Race is Over? And I thought that was brilliant. I called his book of poems just that.”

And we know from those profits and all these hearts in and out of this Lost Boy story, set up the growing Anno’s Africa with kids who know the blood and real heartbreak and real joy of Neverland so well. As Andrew said, “to help street kids discover the joy of expressing themselves creatively as Anno was able to do before so many of them join him sooner rather than later in the ongoing race among the stars.”

not just the second star to the right, but God knows where else! And thus it shall go on...

yea, just some random spammers in the General Disccusion, nothing like when the site had a landslide of attacks from Gieco and the Russian porn industry some time back!

it's also on youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lhktWxen3c