Isn't an unwithered currant a grape?
A good joke is worth repeating....
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Isn't an unwithered currant a grape?
A good joke is worth repeating....
Nothing Sacred, Best Years Of Our Lives, I Married A Witch, Dr. Jekyll and Hyde - He's the best Hyde ever..."
What? No "A Star Is Born"? Harrrumph.
And March and Lake did have great chemistry in I Married a Witch.
But not as much as Lake and Ladd in "The Blue Dahlia" and "Glass Key". Ladd is such a wee man, kind of blandly-pretty, but you put him next to Veronica Lake, and... whoa.
I keep thinking that Lake is tall--I guess it's the way she carried herself--and I'm always bemused when I realize how tiny she is on screen.
Isn't an unwithered currant a grape?
No, it's a rather pretty red berry. We had them at bookgroup last night -- unwithered currants, that is. They were kinda seedy and nicer to look at than to taste.
Frederick March. Wasn't he the March brother no one talks about? (What with the way he stole Beth's laudanum for his sad drug habit and all.)
What? No "A Star Is Born"? Harrrumph.
Ah, yes. A perfect original followed by a perfect remake.
Frederick March. Wasn't he the March brother no one talks about?
Exactly! I read that name and thought, "Was he in Little Women?"
Favorite Fredrick March movie - The Best Years of Our Lives.
basks in all the validation
So, uh, yeah... movies and shit.
So last night, pre-battle, we went to see Bell Book and Candle, which was much better than I remembered it:
Alas, James Stewart was still just as much bordering-on-too-old as I remembered, without a suitably Hitchcockian explanation for his obsession with the severely younger Novak, and (just in case anyone on earth hasn't yet seen it) the ending was still a pastel nightmare of ugly tchotchkes and Look How Normal She Is Now!!!!1!, and then there was the March/Tracy quarrel afterwards, and now Hec is all laid out with a bad head cold and gagging down zinc lozenges, so altogether not the best possible night out at the movies.
Still, not bad, and worth seeing for the backless dresses and Jack and Elsa and the cat.
and then there was the March/Tracy quarrel afterwards, and now Hec is all laid out with a bad head cold and gagging down zinc lozenges, so altogether not the best possible night out at the movies.
On the plus side, the experience might help condition him NOT to browbeat you about your taste in movies—it's like the universe took your side and administered a smackdown.
I take it as a sign that Katharine Hepburn has now (as is only right) ascended to godhood. Spencer was her favorite too, y'know.
I take it as a sign that Katharine Hepburn has now (as is only right) ascended to godhood. Spencer was her favorite too, y'know.
She always had the locution for it, so it wouldn't surprise me. One. Bit.
OH, JZ, and th leopard swing coat (which I am choosing to be completely convinced was chic faux leopard) with the matching colors of gloves-and-sleeves-and turtleneck-with-cowl! And La Gingold!
And I dearly love Veronica Lake in I Married a Witch!