For Sale: “Longford House" "Longford" is a celebrity owned property including a historic Bermuda house with spectacular water views, on a magnificent estate of three acres, which is centrally located in Warwick parish. The grounds are beautifully manicured and include a tennis court with spectator's pavilion and a lovely private pool. The meticulously restored 1800's main house exudes abundant charm with its ivy covered exterior walls and traditional Bermuda interior features of wood floors and cedar beams. A well planned ground floor includes a spacious but cozy living room with fireplace, an elegant dining room and a well appointed country kitchen. There are also two bedrooms with en suite bathrooms, a den and a music room on the ground level.
The upper level has a grand master suite, with cedar lined walk-in closet designed for owner Catherine Zeta-Jones, and leads to a large cedar balcony overlooking the waters of Granaway Deep. There is a guest bedroom with bathroom en suite and two additional rooms which are ideal as an office and a media room.
In the basement level, the health enthusiast will enjoy the exercise room and sauna, plus the convenience of a locker room and shower facility. A large laundry and storage room complete every amenity needed to enjoy comfortable living in this fabulous home. But that's not all! There is also a charming two-bedroom guest cottage, an apartment and a separate cottage for the property manager. This prestigious estate is very special.
Please call Sally Ann Smith on 441-535-4521
Adrian Lyne’s Fatal Attraction left me both a uneasy and appalled. Billed as a sleek, sexy psychological thriller, it showcases Michael Douglas and Glenn Close in an ugly, disturbing cautionary tale regarding adultery and lies, and although well acted it came across as really misguided to me. Keep in mind I didn’t see it way back when, I only got around to it recently to see what all the fuss is about and because I like Lyne’s other work (check out Jacob’s Ladder for an *actual* psychological thriller), so I don’t have yesteryear nostalgia for it. Michael Douglas always seems to be at the whim of women scorned, be it the calculating femme fatale (Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct), the power tripping boss (Demi Moore in Disclosure), the scheming lover (Gwyneth Paltrow in A Perfect Murder), or the hag ex wife (Kathleen Turner in War Of The Roses). Here the female character is startlingly real as opposed to archetypical caricature, splendidly portrayed by Glenn Close but... she’s stuck in the wrong narrative, a lurid, nasty exercise in cheap scares and exploitation that isn’t remotely kind to either character and has no idea what tone or outlook it wants to take. Douglas has a one night stand with her, having no idea who she is or where she comes from, which is already ill advised. Worse? He’s married, to poor Anne Archer, and has both a kid and an adorable bunny rabbit, which obviously doesn’t last long the way the film is headed. Soon after he rejects her further advances, she gets clingy, unstable and downright scary, but here’s the thing: this is obviously a girl who is very sick, as he finds out later, and not just some thinly written psycho-sexual serpent like in many of these films. How does he react? Well, instead of calling authorities or getting help as soon as one, maybe two of those red flags go up, he aggressively spurns her a second time, and has no coherence or intuition to fix the situation, plus he’s a little bitch who wants to keep his indiscretion secret at all costs. I understand that thriller guidelines dictate logic right out the window, but Close’s performance is too realistic and fascinating to be quick-sanded in such a silly, insulting story.