It's hard to answer your first question without watching it again, really. You could argue both ways.
I was actually thinking about your second question the other day, and it was one that didn't even occur to me. To me, it's just like characters going to the restroom and eating proper meals: you don't always seem them do it, but you assume they do.
Dude, nobody can come close to Cary Grant. Blasphemers!
Dude, nobody can come close to Cary Grant.
I hear Randolph Scott got pretty close to Carry Grant.
t shuts eyes very very tightly.
I accepted Danny Kaye, I don't have to accept my Cary.
t Back at you Miss Aims :)
DavidS, BWAH!
ETA: That picture? I'll be in my bunk...
I accepted Danny Kaye,
With Laurence Olivier, no less.
I don't have to accept my Cary.
C'mon! They were
roommates.
I think at the height of their stardom they could probably both afford to live single if they wanted.
Now I want boucher's audiolink for "You'd do it for Randolph Scott!"
I accepted Danny Kaye, I don't have to accept my Cary.
Heh. I just realized the other day that, where I used to be somewhat disappointed to find out that one of my favorite actors was gay, these days I'm disappointed to find out that they're not!
Oh, total lovers.
LALALALALALALALALALALALA!
I had absolutely no issue finding out that occasionally, Judy Garland would take a woman lover. But thinking that the reason my Cary was trying to keep Rosalind Russell from marrying Ralph Bellamy so that HE could have him, upsets my teeny tiny little world.