In other movie news that reminds me of Jilli: I just saw the Claudette Colbert version of Cleopatra off TCM the other day. Wow, but that was the most opulent b/w movie I ever saw. It was a full-on Cecil B. DeMille extravaganza. Claudette was fab (as were the costumes and sets), but the best part was that way they did the whole movie as if it were a 30s swank melodrama, right down to the Marcel waves on Calpurnia.
Some highlights from filmsite.org:
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This kitsch film is well-known for three scenes:
- In its infamous barge scene on a set with silky draperies, falling rose petals, and dancing girls, Cleopatra is reclining on a massive dias aboard her mammoth floating bordello on the sea. After Julius Caesar's death, vengeance-seeking Marc Antony confronts the temptress queen to meet him in the public square - she defuses the situation by admitting that she had hoped to seduce him with an exotic display of decadence by her handmaidens aboard her imperial barge:
Cleopatra: Well, I guess I must confess everything. I must tell you why I wanted to meet you here instead of the square...Do you see the way I'm dressed?
Antony: What about it?
Cleopatra: I'm dressed to lure you, Antony...You see all this? It was all a plan - and you know why? Because it was my only chance. Don't you think I know you're my enemy - you and your hungry Rome? But I suppose it was the most stupid thing I could have done. What do you know - I had show after show with which to dazzle you. But Antony is not a man to be dazzled if he doesn't please, no. What do you care for this, for instance? Watch! (She claps and a gong sounds)
Near-naked dancing-girls lead a procession that brings a garlanded ox into view. Alcohol is offered to the host. The dancer who rides the ox strokes its sides. The scene cuts repeatedly to the visage of Antony as his entranced face softens. The girls writhe and spin during the display:
Cleopatra: I wish you could see your face. I'd have more chance with a stone wall. Will you forgive me for being such a fool? I should have known that Antony is not Antony for nothing.
Antony: Well, uh, shall we go now?
Cleopatra: (submissively) Yes, we'll go. My wits have failed and I'm in your hands. But what could I do? Now, what would you have done? Pretend you're me and I'm you.
She humors him enough so that he laughs at her foolishness, as she admits her intentions to get him drunk:
Cleopatra: That was part of the plan too. I was going to get you so - irresponsible.
Antony: You didn't think one goblet would do it, did you?
Cleopatra: Yes, wouldn't it?
Antony: (He bursts out laughing) Well, that does amuse me! (He drinks from the goblet)
Cleopatra: But it's such a large goblet.
Antony: Yes, isn't it. (He finishes the entire goblet's contents and pours a second one)
A large tray of exotic foods is laid before them for dinner, with skewered reed birds from the Nile, roasted chickens and freshly-caught clams from the sea. The 'clams' that are hauled up in a net are revealed to be more dancing-girls wrapped in seaweed - they sprawl prostrate on the barge's deck, crawl to Antony's feet and offer him jewel-filled seashells:
Antony: Jewels! You are a good fisherman.
Cleopatra: The golden streams of Egypt never run dry. (She tosses the jewels to her subjects) (To Antony) Throw them!
Leopard-skinned animals/girls in a circus-like show are subdued by a whip-wielding slave master. Music is played on lyres and harps. The cat-women leap through burning hoops of flames. Later on, under a moonlit night as they are serenaded, Cleopatra proposes a union of forces:
Cleopatra: The sound to the stars. They must think we're funny people, scheming to destroy each other as if we had forever to live. They must wonder - why don't Egypt and Rome meet in the public square to plan union instead of conquest? Yes, it's very funny.
Antony: I've said things to Caesar I wish I hadn't. There's beauty in the Egyptian Queen besides her face. Do you miss him?
Cleopatra: No, he didn't love me.
Antony: Is that really the reason?
Cleopatra: No, not really. I admire men who don't love women.
Antony: What do you mean by that?
Cleopatra: Oh, I don't know. Women should be but toys for the great. It becomes them both.
Antony: To you for that. (He toasts her)
Cleopatra: (reciprocating) And to you for that.
After more entertainment and drinks, Cleopatra develops the hiccups, which he eliminates by slapping her on the back. The scheming queen realizes she has him in her clutches and has saved her throne when he leans over her and confesses his affection:
Antony: You're charming.
Cleopatra: All right. I'm ready to go now.
Antony: Why? Oh, you don't find me charming.
Cleopatra: Yes, I do. I could fall in love with you, but I don't intend to. What for?
Antony: Do you mean that?
Cleopatra: There's no one like you. (They embrace and kiss, reclined on her dias)
She signals for her floating barge to move out to sea as she seduces him. Silk curtains are brought out by dancing-girls to cover their love-making. The camera tracks back, revealing dozens more dancing-girls, offering giant shells filled with burning incense. What orgasmic, carnal excess! Garlands a