I watched
The Philidelphia Story
tonight. I love that movie even more. The whole cast is wonderful and I'll have to look up and see who plays Liz because I can't remember.
Katharine Hepburn and Jimmy Stewart have such wonderful chemistry, this low hum that's always between them. And then Cary Grant enters and he and Hepburn just crackle with energy.
Plus, I'd never noticed it before so I'm not sure if it's something I just picked up because of all the slash I've read and subtext I've looked for buy Cary Grant and Jimmy Stewart have this zing between them.
Kate, he
draws them out in Naples because that's how he finds out precisely who is after him, gets the phone to clone, and basically enables him for
the rest of the movie.
I just learned this tonight! If my source can be trusted
Kate, that's what I've heard too....
Plus, I'd never noticed it before so I'm not sure if it's something I just picked up because of all the slash I've read and subtext I've looked for buy Cary Grant and Jimmy Stewart have this zing between them.
The scene between Grant and Stewart where Jimmy's character is drunk? Improv.
So was the blonde chick satan? What the fuck? I'm angry at this movie. This movie ruined my peachy keen mood.
ita, re: your whitefont, you are so very correct, and I don't know why I didn't suss that out myself. I guess I'd never make a good spy!
The scene between Grant and Stewart where Jimmy's character is drunk? Improv.
Really? I was wondering at certain times (when Tracy is drunk as well) if there was any improv.
That scene was when I really felt it, but there was a little bit earlier.
Yeah, the rosebud = clitoris thing is a story I've heard a bunch of times. One sort of wonders -- unless Hearst and Marion Wassname were having loud, vocal sex in public, how did people know what body parts had pet names?
My paltry film education tells me that yes, Citizen Kane was revolutionary in some ways -- framing of shots, perspective -- but for some reason I don't think it's the first film to tell its story in disordered flashback. Although I can only think of examples after 1941, so I'm not the best source in the world.
Julia Stiles is the worst spy ever. It's entertaining, because Clive Owen wouldn't have been nearly as creepy if we hadn't had that moment of him creeping her out in Paris (in the first Bourne film); but her behavior in the second film suggests she just isn't cut out for the subtlety business.
unless Hearst and Marion Wassname were having loud, vocal sex in public, how did people know what body parts had pet names?
Hearst or Wassname could have told a friend. And they told two friends. And they told two friends. And so-on....
Or maybe a friend told a reporter.
