Oh, fine! I'll watch the stupid movie. Geez. :p
Actually, I believe this is only true in the American version. The original has narration by Carol Reed.
Oh, you're right. I checked my copy of the DVD, and it's Reed narrating. I think when I first saw the film back many years ago, it might have been Joseph Cotten doing the narration.
I looked up the Wiki on the film and wow, apparently Graham Greene wanted a hopeful ending (with Holly catching up with Anna) instead of the lacerating one we got. Thank Jebus Reed and Selznick prevailed. That ending is one of my fave film scenes ever.
That ending is one of my fave film scenes ever.
Yeah, she's the ultimate in world weary Euro-disdain. I was very pleased and surprised to find that actress again in
Eyes Without A Face.
"You can't let him in here! He'll see the big board!"
"Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room!"
DAMMIT. I just realized that I lent out my copy of Dr. Strangelove to someone, and I forgot who, and now I'll never get it back. Bollocks.
Wanted to grab Tom Cruise by his ankles and beat the whole cast and crew with him!
Apparently, so did Kubrick: [link]
R. Lee Ermey, the actor who played the menacing drill instructor in Stanley Kubrick's Full Metal Jacket (1987), says that two weeks before his death, Kubrick phoned him to express his despondency over Eyes Wide Shut, starring Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman, which reportedly had taken longer than any film in history to film and which was only in a rough-cut state. "He told me it was a piece of s**t," Ermey said in an interview with the online Radar magazine, "and that he was disgusted with it and that the critics were going to have him for lunch. He said Cruise and Kidman had their way with him -- exactly the words he used...He was kind of a shy little timid guy. He wasn't real forceful. That's why he didn't appreciate working with big, high-powered actors. ... He would lose control."
The solution to that problem, of course, would have been to hire R. Lee Ermey as your AD.
What's shocking about R. Lee Ermey isn't that he can bellow like an ox farting nettles, but that when he's not bellowing, he can be a strikingly subtle actor. He was one of the parents of the murdered couple in
Dean Man Walking,
and it was cool to see him play subtle.
The solution to that problem, of course, would have been to hire R. Lee Ermey as your AD.
HELLS YEAH! Loves me some Gunney.
What's shocking about R. Lee Ermey isn't that he can bellow like an ox farting nettles, but that when he's not bellowing, he can be a strikingly subtle actor. He was one of the parents of the murdered couple in Dean Man Walking, and it was cool to see him play subtle.
Also true. His Gunnery Sergeant Hartman/Gunney, the Host of Mail Call schtick is just that -- a character he plays.
In person, he's warm and soft spoken, and as an actor, he's capable of great range and skill. "Gunney" is just the character he's best trained to play, so he plays it well and gets called on to play it a lot. And as you can tell on Mail Call, he frequently likes to play that specific character with a twinkle in his eye.
Loves me some Gunney.
but it's certainly got its gender-trouble
Not to mention the infamous bath house scene between Olivier and Tony Curtis.
And Jean Simmons!
Damn right! I think Simmons was one of the hottest women in Hollywood in her prime. Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous with a smokin' body, she was an intelligent, classy performer, and sadly, I don't think Hollywood knew what to do with her mix of sensuality and refinement. She was difficult to pigeonhole.
I love EWS, and the idea that it was in a rough state is utterly ludicrous, especially given how long it took to get it to the state it was in when Kubrick showed it to the studio. The idea that an actor pushed around Kubrick is equally bugnuts. Todd Field has directly contradicted Ermey's claim, which pretty much puts it at he said-she said, but I find Ermey's claims to be not even credible on their face.
DAMMIT. I just realized that I lent out my copy of Dr. Strangelove to someone, and I forgot who, and now I'll never get it back. Bollocks.
Put it on your Christmahannukwanzakah/birthday/wish list. That's how I got my copy of Invader Zim Vol.1 back. Turned out my brother had it.
