so different from how you think of her
You sure you don't want to say so different from how *you* think of her? I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who thinks of her as a highly gorgeous woman capable of assuming many different personas.
Not that I think everyone thought that, but I doubt it's an insignificant number.
Clearly it's just my deficient imagination. Mostly though I was referring to her youth and the era of 70s fashion when she was modeling. Though she had other roles, she didn't really breakthrough in film until Prizzi's Honor in '85 when she was in her mid-thirties.
Do what now? I've never seen that movie. Uggh. At least Samantha (Bewitched) never fully gave up on hers. Also, my tag seems especially appropriate at this juncture.
Yep. She loses her powers, and that's how he knows she's Really In Love With Him, She's The Girl For Him! She also becomes kind of insipid. The movie is great up until the last 10 minutes or so.
And her cat deserts her!
Pyewacket!
The first time I watched
Bell, Book, and Candle,
when I was a tiny gothling of 9 or so, at the end of the movie I turned to my Dad and said,
"That's DUMB. When I'm a witch and I fall in love, I'm not going to lose MY powers."
My Dad, being who he is, said of course I wasn't going to.
Agree so hard with Jilli on BB&C. That one and Rear Window I had seen when I was little and remembered fondly. They disappeared into a vault somewhere for decades and I was all clappy-hands and eager to watch when they brought them out again. Rear Window is dated, but charming, still. But despite Jack Lemmon, Elsa Lanchester, Ernie Kovacs, and Hermione Gingold, not to mention Novak actually manages a smolder and Stewart is adorable and stubborn, and the gorgeous, gorgeous 50s interiors, the lose-their-powers-when-they-fall-in-love of it all just leaves a bitter, bitter aftertaste.
Lifetime intent, to have two cats, named Pyewacket and Grimalkin.
Or alternatively, Hepzibah and Mehitabel.
Lifetime intent, to have two cats, named Pyewacket and Grimalkin.
Pete has informed me that I can never name a cat Pyewacket, because it sounds ridiculous. Yes, I've shown him the movie, but that didn't change his mind. But since he's okay with vampire-themed cat names, I'm not going to complain. Much.
Pete has informed me that I can never name a cat Pyewacket, because it sounds ridiculous.
I've been to a restaurant named Pyewacket in Chapel Hill, NC. Don't know whether it still exists. But a fine place for a Saturday lunch.