tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37382647506996244352024-02-07T13:47:51.593-08:00Some ParadeA homage to classic film and a hodgepodge of facts, opinions, sketches, dreams, drawings, and the usual blatherings of an 19-year-old girl.Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-35311952140534380662010-08-22T10:03:00.000-07:002010-08-22T10:32:53.529-07:00Self-Isolation. I hope.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Today, my lovelies, is move-in day at my college.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Thankfully, I've been here for a week to help with International Orientation, so I'm free to sit in my room all day and watch as my fellow students cart their luggage to their respective rooms. The suckers. ;)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">I'm off today, and have planned a delightful Netflix marathon for myself, consisting of--</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><div><ul><li><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">Cool Hand Luke</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">('cause I missed it yesterday)*</span></li></ul></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW7TwY1XgJSATP08Dvjk11-A7-7KtCEVorcTF6jAKBIYk146cRk-XZvQ-MOz7HloypsJ3xYGnZ1qbZFQxil10V7blANhpMj1-Cs4cdYqp7We1IL6KXeEynUUOMLWkfQ8jmBOPKEBoqDS8/s1600/user106125_pic4529_1232115710.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW7TwY1XgJSATP08Dvjk11-A7-7KtCEVorcTF6jAKBIYk146cRk-XZvQ-MOz7HloypsJ3xYGnZ1qbZFQxil10V7blANhpMj1-Cs4cdYqp7We1IL6KXeEynUUOMLWkfQ8jmBOPKEBoqDS8/s400/user106125_pic4529_1232115710.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508288175667287442" /></a><i><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">After the Thin Man</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">, which happens to be the only one I've not yet seen, and made twice as nice by the fact that it doesn't have the woefully obtrusive Nick, Jr., who always reminded me --and not in a good way-- of the kid from </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">The Dick Van Dyke Show</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">.</span></i></span></li></ul></i><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPadNNIZ_QTnc-oB5ehcD7tipaC-ggSa9djSNVnt6Rl9zNYYyyMOLvTC-BU0iYxD3PvfjWBt3x1os-x1gR_iyWgB1ThBx_bwH9LnRKgR4LfvQiXUVC2XAH1KSrw1P6PnVnDSoazNz1lLc/s1600/After+the+Thin+Man+-+lc+500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPadNNIZ_QTnc-oB5ehcD7tipaC-ggSa9djSNVnt6Rl9zNYYyyMOLvTC-BU0iYxD3PvfjWBt3x1os-x1gR_iyWgB1ThBx_bwH9LnRKgR4LfvQiXUVC2XAH1KSrw1P6PnVnDSoazNz1lLc/s400/After+the+Thin+Man+-+lc+500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508288174968222194" /></a><i><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">Elevator to the Gallows</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">, my first venture into Jeanne Moreau land.</span></span></li></ul></i><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLTQWWCd6yjoqm6z18x6za3YuwGwAvMk0-LOtUT8ekrq7OD-soieS4XIisMDzofRZSNwVeJQG3n4Wmvwo6GWPB1NTi1AO494vdbAoMkyvimbjTfIv5Jfrj0fmM8jRrju_zRFpzqAG23LY/s1600/gallows3resizejc6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLTQWWCd6yjoqm6z18x6za3YuwGwAvMk0-LOtUT8ekrq7OD-soieS4XIisMDzofRZSNwVeJQG3n4Wmvwo6GWPB1NTi1AO494vdbAoMkyvimbjTfIv5Jfrj0fmM8jRrju_zRFpzqAG23LY/s400/gallows3resizejc6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508288169255273266" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Might watch another, if time allows. I'm thinking </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">Klute</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">Father Goose</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"> </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">Sleuth</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">, or whatever else catches my eye. There are just too many options on Netflix, and in some ways, availability breeds disinterest. For me, at least. I know it's there, so there's no real rush or urgency to see it. Does that make sense? No, probably not. I'm just being lazy. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Also, was looking for some recommendations-- I know a lot about melodramas, but haven't actually seen too many. I'm talking the Douglas Sirk variety, or for later years Tennessee Williams adaptations. I always convince myself they're not my cup of tea, but when I do watch them, I enjoy them 'same as anyone else. So let's hear 'em-- what are your favorites?</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">*doubly unfortunate, as it was presented on TCM by my manlove, Alec Baldwin</span></span></div>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-26407923322166541842010-02-09T13:13:00.000-08:002010-02-09T13:50:00.281-08:00A Century's Worth of Favorites.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">It's 2010, see? How cool is that? If you take 2010 and subtract 1910, what do you get? That's right, kiddos-- one hundred years, aka a century's worth of movies for me (or you, or that guy) to enjoy and discuss.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">I know, I know..."What about </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">The Great Train Robbery</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">, made in 1903?" Or, "What about </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">The Horse in Motion</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">,</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"> everyone's favorite flicker from 1878??" No thanks. I'm not including those because 1) I haven't seen them, and 2) I have a hunch they wouldn't be my favorites.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">So here we are, back at the start. </span><a href="http://sergioleoneifr.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">Sergio Leone and the Infield Fly Rule</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"> has created a list --</span><a href="http://sergioleoneifr.blogspot.com/2007/07/slifr-100-favorite-movies-list.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">this list</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">-- of favorite films from the past 100 years. Being the idea-thief that I am, I thought it'd be fun to try a list of my own. And you know what?-- it was. :)</span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX059h4ZEK44iRbvnZRJDYluUhco2o1qICoghrzEpBR1Tww6lJDCn08nCol0yKxBwLjAx6TCBwp03kVK7uTgK3DI32UNM6mlaczF9Kvpumypt6qnoS84LnFwx9rYedGwseeLgeT0qN7qA/s1600-h/Sadie+Thompson+2.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX059h4ZEK44iRbvnZRJDYluUhco2o1qICoghrzEpBR1Tww6lJDCn08nCol0yKxBwLjAx6TCBwp03kVK7uTgK3DI32UNM6mlaczF9Kvpumypt6qnoS84LnFwx9rYedGwseeLgeT0qN7qA/s400/Sadie+Thompson+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436361253976418114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px; " /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); "><b>20s</b></span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sadie Thompson</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Pandora’s Box</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Passion of Joan of Arc</span></span></i></p></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-AkX1WLEvFxtRQ69rmB7sXMvPgXelSlegnHgIxy2AFom7vAnjOpYtcwGbFYtK9Un3yPhzCq-dFsHif2u2OsXjnGXEMcMvMqPIH0dUpuT5fTdOpCUz8TJqpprixcCOJr_am16YmriAlw/s1600-h/b70-1134.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-AkX1WLEvFxtRQ69rmB7sXMvPgXelSlegnHgIxy2AFom7vAnjOpYtcwGbFYtK9Un3yPhzCq-dFsHif2u2OsXjnGXEMcMvMqPIH0dUpuT5fTdOpCUz8TJqpprixcCOJr_am16YmriAlw/s400/b70-1134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436361258061309250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); "><b>30s</b></span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Gone With the Wind</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">The Lady Vanishes</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Stage Door</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Baby Face</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Freaks</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Captain Blood</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Bringing Up Baby</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">The Bride of Frankenstein</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Top Hat</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Marked Woman</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">His Girl Friday</span></span></i></p></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQOtwifsRBq3M2ptXUz2xMe_A0DL0Db-RVlRiO4kWLPSoVNkmA2YhDS9O8cH59telN6rBTKvsk5HUoGfqhTKYo6BqBsofqZe57100FVIvcYjH9-H22Od9GUHShLumsjl8oW4DL2COWQC4/s1600-h/annex-stanwyck-barbara-ball-of-fire_06.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQOtwifsRBq3M2ptXUz2xMe_A0DL0Db-RVlRiO4kWLPSoVNkmA2YhDS9O8cH59telN6rBTKvsk5HUoGfqhTKYo6BqBsofqZe57100FVIvcYjH9-H22Od9GUHShLumsjl8oW4DL2COWQC4/s400/annex-stanwyck-barbara-ball-of-fire_06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436361261549492866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px; " /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><p class="MsoNormal"><b>40s<o:p></o:p></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Meet Me in St. Louis</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shadow of a Doubt</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Lady Eve</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Major and the Minor</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Heiress</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My Name is Julia Ross</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Laura</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Children of Paradise</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A Letter to Three Wives</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Brief Encounter</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Unfaithfully Yours</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ball of Fire</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Double Indemnity</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sweater Girl</span></span></i></p></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Y-h04Fu_PZMi1_ccXLbmj8kojVTI97jLZhRzqE_ZoYAY7Tl9m_qwbDjQ0C1lFTSZN6VoP44ExYUXhzFlp-RTN84_vLKbU8RqnJSP5gCOnPmxN9Gt3CpbmOfpoSawmDqu4QPtV8ytVxY/s1600-h/pillow-talk-520x414.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Y-h04Fu_PZMi1_ccXLbmj8kojVTI97jLZhRzqE_ZoYAY7Tl9m_qwbDjQ0C1lFTSZN6VoP44ExYUXhzFlp-RTN84_vLKbU8RqnJSP5gCOnPmxN9Gt3CpbmOfpoSawmDqu4QPtV8ytVxY/s400/pillow-talk-520x414.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436361266371014898" style="display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 221px; " /></a><div><div><div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><p class="MsoNormal"><b>90s<o:p></o:p></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dead Again</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Playing by Heart</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Hudsucker Proxy</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Festen</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Waiting for Guffman</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Girl, Interrupted</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Election</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wild at Heart</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Beauty and the Beast</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Pulp Fiction</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Withnail and I</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dead Man</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Swingers</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cape Fear</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Muriel’s Wedding</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Small Time Crooks</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ghost World</span></span></i></p></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0SR1koFVT5Q8b41Rxs33CHOworodMCgwmMYUwF3qpEMn7Kunoc4ZycUzTKTztp6bGNdzI6Xj7c06X2zJNwBvu7xQC2s-TPYZBJ2MP45Ew86vuqev6RKpL5GphsKG2tOX6M9ZXoJR_Ibw/s1600-h/the-fall-2preview1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0SR1koFVT5Q8b41Rxs33CHOworodMCgwmMYUwF3qpEMn7Kunoc4ZycUzTKTztp6bGNdzI6Xj7c06X2zJNwBvu7xQC2s-TPYZBJ2MP45Ew86vuqev6RKpL5GphsKG2tOX6M9ZXoJR_Ibw/s400/the-fall-2preview1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436361433058393986" /></a><div><div><div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">2000s<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Volver</span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Kill Bill vol. 1</span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Kill Bill vol. 2</span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Amelie</span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Fall</span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Royal Tenenbaums</span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Kamikaze Girls</span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In the Mood for Love</span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring</span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Memories of Murder</span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Big Fish</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">**Before yelling at me, you should check out the Sergio Leone site-- he explains that I don't hafta put critically acclaimed movies on here if I don't wanna. :)</span></p></span></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-17584765351296796532010-02-07T20:53:00.000-08:002010-07-09T19:28:26.718-07:00Awards-- Now with 20 percent more random images!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgff-YFbxDPM0EYbtN0qdXh8DFW7VHAz0WNpHhzXQgMhBEQckujkpzYvtCd9u4JyjOSJ8mkyq2XjMGAO7WMa3Ta-NJ3p6fv1MohZeMgD9QkvihsrrOfkSZVpR1n-VpNielKlPeJ9CkHRrw/s1600/rubyK.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgff-YFbxDPM0EYbtN0qdXh8DFW7VHAz0WNpHhzXQgMhBEQckujkpzYvtCd9u4JyjOSJ8mkyq2XjMGAO7WMa3Ta-NJ3p6fv1MohZeMgD9QkvihsrrOfkSZVpR1n-VpNielKlPeJ9CkHRrw/s200/rubyK.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492096400533193346" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Well, well, well. Seems it's overdue, this new post. Let's see...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A while ago, before I became a lame blogger/procrastinator extraordinaire, I was nominated for a Kreativ (it's s'posed to be spelled like that-- promise) Blogger Award. And with that came some rules...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1. Thank the one who gave it to you.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">---Thank you, </span></span><a href="http://flyingdowntohollywood.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Flying Down to Hollywood.</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2. Copy the logo and place it on your blog.<br />---Hm, I don't really want to...but this counts for something, yeah? Aw heck...</span></span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmOxG4sXqXEGt5E-M_nxSCAl2vFeDZFBoCM8yAMmxT8WBiYkdjjuIhGUAc6jN3OvbtAK36Wc8O1SxK16x7uGFB0I-vit-W4xwlOf-MQmKciYDk4FLPWGFRcGJbGyKvc4vrMZwqKMpWD8/s1600/Kreativ+Blogger+typer.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmOxG4sXqXEGt5E-M_nxSCAl2vFeDZFBoCM8yAMmxT8WBiYkdjjuIhGUAc6jN3OvbtAK36Wc8O1SxK16x7uGFB0I-vit-W4xwlOf-MQmKciYDk4FLPWGFRcGJbGyKvc4vrMZwqKMpWD8/s200/Kreativ+Blogger+typer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492089878979731170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px; " /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">...there.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">3. Link to the person who nominated you for this award.<br />---Well. Obviously.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />4. Name 7 things about you that people think are interesting.*</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">---I was born on a Friday the 13th.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvFnzVzRfLHo3pwBTEd3wnl9PtDsDDr3zxvFbaGq8IbGMkWiweKBtsfTM9GqR-flvXXTdzwl9m1CHMyCElT5jCb0ktDdIfcHN1l_Pk8oAp6_9WUfeWr_r8lyDHFqt7750SOu6mgk0wfyA/s1600/00e3_1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvFnzVzRfLHo3pwBTEd3wnl9PtDsDDr3zxvFbaGq8IbGMkWiweKBtsfTM9GqR-flvXXTdzwl9m1CHMyCElT5jCb0ktDdIfcHN1l_Pk8oAp6_9WUfeWr_r8lyDHFqt7750SOu6mgk0wfyA/s200/00e3_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492096385270282626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 200px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 0, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">---When I'm bored, I play a game involving Sally Field movies and their titles. It rocks. And you should ask about it. :D</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">---I constantly confuse Greer Garson and Germaine Greer. Just the names. Still, makes me seem </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">awfully</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> silly.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">---I have this recurring dream where I'm Little Edie and developing alopecia. But I totally rock the head scarves.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">---Fran Dresher is totally following me on Twitter.***</span></span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQEpdlbzIZwqFn7TZ39I-wLHRwZx5XTC30U9In3SPDiFfrOk1dzKCwTck_YeMFWNf30hNipO6Malz7uHpaqxlymb9EL9KDATrbVL2tp0LmFfHXAqKppaVQdJxf6aALVHU7_5F7EMNVwG0/s1600/1961-PerformingIndiansNutswithDonde.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQEpdlbzIZwqFn7TZ39I-wLHRwZx5XTC30U9In3SPDiFfrOk1dzKCwTck_YeMFWNf30hNipO6Malz7uHpaqxlymb9EL9KDATrbVL2tp0LmFfHXAqKppaVQdJxf6aALVHU7_5F7EMNVwG0/s200/1961-PerformingIndiansNutswithDonde.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492096379004957586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 200px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">---A sheynim dank dir im pupik. Which, translated literally, means "put it in your bellybutton." Though it could also mean "when I went through my Babs phase I realllly wanted to be Jewish."</span></span></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">---I'm a pathological liar. **</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />5. Nominate 7 Kreativ Blogs/Bloggers.<br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1--</span></span><a href="http://asleepinny.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Asleep in New York</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />2--</span></span><a href="http://artmovieswoodandwhatnot.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Art, Movies, Wood, and Whatnot</span></span></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">3--</span></span><a href="http://classicforever.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Classic Forever</span></span></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">4--</span></span><a href="http://noodleinahaystack.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A Noodle in a Haystack</span></span></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5--</span></span><a href="http://voteforgracie.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Or Maybe Eisenstein Should Just Relax</span></span></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">6--</span></span><a href="http://dougflickers.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Flickers.</span></span></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">7--</span></span><a href="http://ashthemoviegeek.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Who's Lookin'</span></span></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Can do, will do, did.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwjBW_k2-yL3_KFNvgU2oZaFUK5tSfTcfv9MsOdp5MPemhBJzsxA3jciEVg4KAwrVakC1uUdOMlKtY2tOhzkZs8jV-UDBVEq27rAIWpXiPorHrbu6t992c56nHIc523aiQwmHxCDE_G4/s1600/ritajudygenetierney.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwjBW_k2-yL3_KFNvgU2oZaFUK5tSfTcfv9MsOdp5MPemhBJzsxA3jciEVg4KAwrVakC1uUdOMlKtY2tOhzkZs8jV-UDBVEq27rAIWpXiPorHrbu6t992c56nHIc523aiQwmHxCDE_G4/s200/ritajudygenetierney.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492096389648764514" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">*I don't guarantee any of this to be interesting. Mainly, they're just facts about me I like.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">**Meh. Kidding. Let's see....seven....hm...I play the accordion? :)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">***So what if she's following, like 9000 people. I count. ;)</span></span></span></div>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-31004886233453227262010-01-28T12:23:00.000-08:002010-01-28T12:28:57.831-08:00J.D.--last of my heroes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2uKYzsOaFY5BO1miELIR0RG7MvjYbNef_NLQw5DkVLpXiAuQ4BLv6HseOEAcrtcurA8vC8JX3oEculF2iY3JY9CTC0OK8HPpSqcpUNYblldRuifCM7B3h44BB5bPxsFcGqZPylfKyT8/s1600-h/salingerbig.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2uKYzsOaFY5BO1miELIR0RG7MvjYbNef_NLQw5DkVLpXiAuQ4BLv6HseOEAcrtcurA8vC8JX3oEculF2iY3JY9CTC0OK8HPpSqcpUNYblldRuifCM7B3h44BB5bPxsFcGqZPylfKyT8/s320/salingerbig.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431890167680231714" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Well, I'm sad. Yeah, like...definitely. Speechless. Well, nearly speechless.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">J.D. Salinger, brilliant man, writer, superhero, slayer of dragons, all around terrific human--</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">died today. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">I know I didn't know him personally, and Holden hated phonies--</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">so I'll stress how sincere I am.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Like, he was brilliant. He said many times he liked seeing "movies"--</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Not "films"-- "movies."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">His favorite was <i>The 39 Steps</i>. Which made me grin to no end when I found out. How terrific is that?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><i>Catcher in the Rye</i> was (and I doubt I'm alone in this) the book that made me want to be a writer. The book that made me realize-- casual writing can be good too-- often has even more truth than other work. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">But really, he will be missed. RIP J.D. You were too cool. </span></div>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-47259320376937428002010-01-17T07:39:00.001-08:002010-01-17T08:18:47.569-08:00Look at Me, Keeping Up-- Or Sundays Can Be Slow<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Hey t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">here kids, what's new? You're doing well? That's good to hear. Who, me? Yeah-- it's going pretty amazingly for me too. I've just arrived back at school from winter break, and the first week is over. It's odd-- I love going home, but after a while I actually started to miss the school routine, so was glad to be back.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">This semester I've switched rooms, going from a double with 2 suite mates to having a single room all to myself (plus balcony) and only one suite mate. We share a bathroom. Golly gee, it's swell. The first thing I noticed when I stepped into the room were the walls. So bare, they looked. Well, I thought to myself, whatever shall I do?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Just kidding. I had to have posters, of course! Luckily, I'd brought with me a few...</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGF3UEeYJN0UK0lXlzMqLUUnYaLxtUPrw8hLCuyczeezTWfNMh6KSr47734spVPvelxaRWMDkV8rUIgtzXy31bWw6ii08uvcwKKrZ75yx1hgB7iOum5KMDoWAh_fjGXImwuRXkav68kQ/s1600-h/audrey+hepburn+hat1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGF3UEeYJN0UK0lXlzMqLUUnYaLxtUPrw8hLCuyczeezTWfNMh6KSr47734spVPvelxaRWMDkV8rUIgtzXy31bWw6ii08uvcwKKrZ75yx1hgB7iOum5KMDoWAh_fjGXImwuRXkav68kQ/s320/audrey+hepburn+hat1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427739524805484594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS-uQUBAEzqyRYEOucExoTSFoYlbDSp50fhqYtNgxFW4S-2ArFsK3Ymg5vFa3vk6hs95mu6X71PUzncwiQecGYiEDXDUbyEgC1Pa01wLGTEgicS8fgoAVp4DdUBaGRpGKB7ePvYYPKG3k/s320/6a00d8341c6b5453ef00e54f311b088833-640wi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427739518005732946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px; " /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl0NOx9gn2yEdCnUokCgj3QRCjEu-F3GCTVG_Cm6_kMU05d1dz5I7UKBm1_bMSQKxZK2ypK1NIJEnh0bfU2W0tOzN3cI2sRdTqKZLOD2dWwMRle0R2puG6J3tbT_gr62rclrAvYcvXZ-o/s1600-h/charade.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl0NOx9gn2yEdCnUokCgj3QRCjEu-F3GCTVG_Cm6_kMU05d1dz5I7UKBm1_bMSQKxZK2ypK1NIJEnh0bfU2W0tOzN3cI2sRdTqKZLOD2dWwMRle0R2puG6J3tbT_gr62rclrAvYcvXZ-o/s320/charade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427739523532202338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4x_gZ3l4RfsW3ZIUskrLvkHdhK0xjeUyXOOLSSnB_ZlS3Da-rNbTuc16AxPlcN3y_SjSJYVYHRWP4IdEMv4KJxZBxykyI9gzI1-OeW8I_mrrkspwmE6JggJ0UX9Ttn0xuSH3pFUwmzUg/s1600-h/volver.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4x_gZ3l4RfsW3ZIUskrLvkHdhK0xjeUyXOOLSSnB_ZlS3Da-rNbTuc16AxPlcN3y_SjSJYVYHRWP4IdEMv4KJxZBxykyI9gzI1-OeW8I_mrrkspwmE6JggJ0UX9Ttn0xuSH3pFUwmzUg/s320/volver.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427739511944387570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br />But still, I was woefully in need of more. So, to eBay I went-- and now I eagerly await the arrival of my purchases...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdlosQlo97t1AWjj6AS2FuDkw1fPv_mvf1cAnWCdAXsRMl647V2dHjM57IhWJk4x0Es8KmRJ7Jf5XI22Qk22Av5Stxa6WBgpW0vHBFoxUOd5Y_ashVJ-QiKhAurHvt576bmsrM1v5fY0c/s1600-h/P6.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdlosQlo97t1AWjj6AS2FuDkw1fPv_mvf1cAnWCdAXsRMl647V2dHjM57IhWJk4x0Es8KmRJ7Jf5XI22Qk22Av5Stxa6WBgpW0vHBFoxUOd5Y_ashVJ-QiKhAurHvt576bmsrM1v5fY0c/s320/P6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427741842518268114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQsedA6Bib1KAiIxo3YizUhGilbzJZj5tmL8v0bitC6dnO6z4WOzzgmFrx3hi7zW9uedH0zxO1ttzkBL_l2IlgC1YB1TtUPjAcv997cMPRf3EHgCWPI_mpQCsGUxqjfcndVnuPdS3Xb6A/s1600-h/P4.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQsedA6Bib1KAiIxo3YizUhGilbzJZj5tmL8v0bitC6dnO6z4WOzzgmFrx3hi7zW9uedH0zxO1ttzkBL_l2IlgC1YB1TtUPjAcv997cMPRf3EHgCWPI_mpQCsGUxqjfcndVnuPdS3Xb6A/s320/P4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427741837591101506" style="display: block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427742935322358562" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRRWiOu6MVA6vlkT0Syyj3Kjex3vdz7a76lXUP5GHvIsRIeE0HswSH4ED048oeiRINjU90Iw9vuJ87A5NaKwyNSUy75IGJJ4lpJhVBh-5tdKYOeFg_5vedoPQmRqbmCf_fYj2hD4-Dq0w/s320/P8.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427742930979237634" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">And then last night, when I arrived back at the dorm, there was a poster next to my door with a note that said "To Juliette, if you want it." And then an extension number. And....it was a Frankenstein poster. How freaking cool is that? people here are terrific.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYYY2RUXBlqtUM9tsYE27JOvJcxCICorAxQ4ByaT4zhLt4FVIKxHfQR8xDCLolDBnmer9bB7s-I-m5ns5ncht3TfMlGOJXy0iIS2SlbZhk4EIcERtSLNG2mLptIqLx32GiVji_YsN0FCw/s320/450e22bc5fe02_4033b.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427742946046166626" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Really-- it's too much fun. I love being able to (yeah, yeah, cliche alert) express my tastes on the walls of my room. But enough about me, what are some new (by that I mean old) movies you guys can recommend? I have entirely too much time to sit and view them now. And it's....bliss. :)</span></div><div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-76699732385504696832010-01-13T07:23:00.000-08:002010-01-13T07:32:54.221-08:00We Meet Again.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Ah, it's been a long time? Too long. And for that, kiddos, I apologize. But there's marvelous news I have for you! Well, marvelous for me...you could probably take it or leave it. Anyhoo, I've just come back from winter break and have had time to catch up with all the movie-watching I so desperately missed at school. Judy, Barbara, Bette (Garland, Stanwyck, and Davis-- respectively) were all high on the list of things viewed, as well as some (relatively) new friends, like Loretta Young, Joel McCrea, and Frances Farmer. Oh, it was swell. And I do believe it's provided me with new inspiration. I was like, "2010! How inspiring!"*</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">But I digress. The reason I'm really here is to post some pictures. And I haven't a transition for that, not really. So without further ado...</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdIYH0NfjIhSFR1l7QmCtT3Z00b9oOcQc8ml6dL9SKLv2S4BNIKZQFTXaSEd39PZtSwGkAHSGPbvnSHLpzYG5hohDwPc_lwUsN5QF8AjlDICW8Db7ea_zHXRuvfYwqNXuhyo2dNSzonY0/s1600-h/000TowelRack03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdIYH0NfjIhSFR1l7QmCtT3Z00b9oOcQc8ml6dL9SKLv2S4BNIKZQFTXaSEd39PZtSwGkAHSGPbvnSHLpzYG5hohDwPc_lwUsN5QF8AjlDICW8Db7ea_zHXRuvfYwqNXuhyo2dNSzonY0/s400/000TowelRack03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426247039667875618" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8vEhqTY4b9DbsbueqMf2xxG2s2UjZ6FQknUl96bv5NLJkWDDc0hTqQNBFBsDF6e9fwLgkRdc5d4q6J31TGamnna-v07Mat4Ao4r4wQrRPo-YVqukYf1ybkA7sH3wjRq1s9jiJc8QwSeE/s1600-h/Lucille_Ball_48.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8vEhqTY4b9DbsbueqMf2xxG2s2UjZ6FQknUl96bv5NLJkWDDc0hTqQNBFBsDF6e9fwLgkRdc5d4q6J31TGamnna-v07Mat4Ao4r4wQrRPo-YVqukYf1ybkA7sH3wjRq1s9jiJc8QwSeE/s400/Lucille_Ball_48.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426247034291472626" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAkeki0Dy8ASg1PTGrYt4VIod5p4vbccmF_7rAOb9EuPe2ccMcKREna5c6HbUMNT64N_lzSkROCqx9fNmjBduwiSfwnwTJuOgkYkRCIIDjV5Mxz-pv57uDcMt4gEjsaMtW-GS1TawiZuU/s400/Love+7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426247016754380882" /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg3Bqqv1SIzP8RBBt-zAAVbomd1xGWs3oTUr1lFh-V919JmwVhlMWw1poMVMUu7PhFROU4EiLbdnBHaK6BJxbKSAM7IBNnYnJPuVCBuzkMcGN9xEOjFwWQpI4mtJ_vH6L3DYQFtb3uB_4/s400/buster_and_lon_cd90e.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426247012009998018" /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMLXH5Zv-0F7eFC8D321xPhrBp3cTnujhorgpeSZfPplTFbAGlorbjBzlFuDH0aikCqyQwZndIiBzx-k2r-pTF6kOAuF3TEyRYVaT04dWV14GktQRd3urEKxJLgNHmTDTM6HlW3mPTBfE/s400/U957566ACME.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426247026673064082" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">Which reminds me, how was everyone's holiday? :)</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">*May not have been my actual words</span></span>.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-337853853076591272009-11-26T12:01:00.000-08:002009-11-26T12:01:00.579-08:00Sorry it's not edible...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh203KuS3hraXFLmG4LqNg-DFo8uznf3cC8qC_LvfaVFJwuB6BkYreuFKSyQP-4tlYiO5MXmIHbLPHGxD2dSCN4eBYUWq4FkcVlATZu8nwsYqs5SRPL70uwZBbi6xvE8s_A0ugSj2njag/s1600-h/liljean_arthur_&_lillian_roth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366616519162711778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh203KuS3hraXFLmG4LqNg-DFo8uznf3cC8qC_LvfaVFJwuB6BkYreuFKSyQP-4tlYiO5MXmIHbLPHGxD2dSCN4eBYUWq4FkcVlATZu8nwsYqs5SRPL70uwZBbi6xvE8s_A0ugSj2njag/s400/liljean_arthur_&_lillian_roth.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;">Jean Arthur and friend. :)</span></em><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWqMq5yZURujZcTgC59tZvOT_A5LqdIoZvxQBPGqyQ_aDq7mfZhGxx9jzujaMajTetayIvUBB2EWwcXywkkflZGvmWLlxUPlWe7WAg12KZdXBz3EMWb2oeErpA3XSPGuskfkB2M6pPceU/s1600-h/JS1563500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366616513403879410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWqMq5yZURujZcTgC59tZvOT_A5LqdIoZvxQBPGqyQ_aDq7mfZhGxx9jzujaMajTetayIvUBB2EWwcXywkkflZGvmWLlxUPlWe7WAg12KZdXBz3EMWb2oeErpA3XSPGuskfkB2M6pPceU/s400/JS1563500.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;">Judy eyeing a turkey.<br /><br /></span></em></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366616512239682626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFDe7m77C6fwBaLkOyKHnAw9NIwcYN7djirxx3I8T6C_snRnF4mKHO5nTPJR6MoEwuVfWu1dL9YXHZ88P9kD3guHms2cRdriFXe3PSJCxkpJvzjLXGPd5SV774OtMnWoHvGMG66ziCus/s400/THANKSGIVINGjudy.JPG" border="0" /><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">Happy Thanksgiving, kids. </span></strong><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div></div></div>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com82tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-44953155072379075162009-11-16T08:02:00.000-08:002009-11-16T11:40:25.280-08:00New Leaves, Dead Leaves, Green Leaves, Red Leaves...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Guess who's back! That's right, kids-- it's me. Your sometimes-faithful friend Juliette. 'Member me? Well I'm back, ready to start fresh. If you'll have me, that is. :)<br /><br />Anyway, first things first...I feel it's my duty as a blogger to dispel any false accusations surrounding a Mrs. Barbra Brolin, aka Babs Streisand, the grooviest faux yeshiva boy around. So let's start with that, shall we?</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtWMBlBnDWzMnlxGyH-SKu6dG3KWeXWeSOfSM1SuG8alnwv3p4OA0fon0DsfCRJZV9mC8OffIEAWIkExGIUa8eiPXLz25qBYGy2JOsFooCMqQtoC0d_gvslhK4M6RrfnhF094j3EHMkAo/s320/l_c4c0f1e8f11889bf2d9834b0a02b8112.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404740285603804898" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">1) Barbra has never killed a blind panda, with aid of a firearm or otherwise.<br />2) She has not to my knowledge owned a fake fire insurance company.<br />3) Though I cannot definitely state that Barbra lets her staff use the restroom for free, I can say that she doesn't charge them ten dollars per use.<br /><br />As for the other claims, I can neither confirm nor deny their validity, as I'm still waiting for more conclusive results. That being said, I'd like to think Barbra does not grease the handrails at assisted living facilities.<br /><br />Anyhoo, back to business. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">I'm at college, as most of you know. No, the movie-watching hasn't gone any better as of late. But it's okay. I have (get this--) a month off for the Christmas holidays and have recently reactivated my Netflix account. In other words, I'm all set. I am so looking forward to just relaxing at home with Judy, Cary, and all the old gang. Golly, it'll be swell.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">And for Christmas, no less! Does anyone have Christmas recommendations? I have </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Remember the Night</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">, which I've been looking forward to for ages (it does have Stany, after all)-- really though, I'm up for anything new. New to me, that is. Not new as in contemporary. Let's keep it in the 1930-1965 range, hm?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">As a parting gift, I leave you with my favorite secular Christmas tune....I know, I know, some fool's gone and spelled "marshmallow" incorrectly. But it wasn't me, I'll have you know. So just relax yourself and enjoy. Hugs and such until next time, which will be soon-- promise. :)</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDojaTFEP9k&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDojaTFEP9k&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">P.S. You'll never know how much willpower it took for me not to quote Eminem in the opening of this post. Like, no joke.</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><b>P.P.S. Would it be entirely too late to post Halloween pictures?<br /></b></span><br /></div>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-53225613724911362112009-10-31T10:49:00.000-07:002009-10-31T10:49:00.729-07:00Happy Halloween from Linda and Judy.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366614574068236050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcrR-HNrDBAxVyHIbuP5e6F6s8oRfZYRWSM5rqPupqrJl7zsDl7Qhk3PAQsNnNBSlqZatb1ddaCcpSsFoeyT73cQE6jX0WMtEQEKpzE9aMfkXvwph04QqDdQzQH6iGVs2a_18Z7v4m4E/s400/LINDA+halloween.bmp" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_bFh8kiaf1YY7R9EmRVOrW1kYFoGPAjm6BqbxI6ycATHQraqJ20ScDI75vfSrv18os7Jwlgxfx_8B9Df9hv3Tx2H2zrS2GFttk8Yn93B9m5kfmu8bnPjhN1oTmSEQJEG1SeGk168rTNU/s1600-h/HALLOWEEN.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366614579315668194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_bFh8kiaf1YY7R9EmRVOrW1kYFoGPAjm6BqbxI6ycATHQraqJ20ScDI75vfSrv18os7Jwlgxfx_8B9Df9hv3Tx2H2zrS2GFttk8Yn93B9m5kfmu8bnPjhN1oTmSEQJEG1SeGk168rTNU/s400/HALLOWEEN.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"> <span style="color:#330033;">They asked me to tell you for them, 'cause they were busy...or something.</span></div><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-58422541656620454142009-09-01T11:42:00.000-07:002009-09-14T15:55:44.939-07:00College Life, or What To Do When Gone With the Wind's Over<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGWogZ3obq18xJrPvp8AHicV-bbiE0iGV4jLHhkMZaeEMQeiEM4BspU1Ikbhsxuyw2dY70DDNT2Wz2omkLWMyTtZUHwu0vbjc1AJtWk9jlgvLT3bAc8iuFrAXT1ciVUyv5qQ14CAQ5Oc/s1600-h/_44184787_patience_getty.jpg"></a><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381420680825623970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL0Y3pDmxNfWdmwiBj2aURPfY0IpAPKtyFlW4P8NXv3VYJAYYWahFjJ6Lz6aivpkWmsziQ-4s4EHjODal18_uLof4I78U_s3l4kGJpcRWhhtpa1Hd4p-CIxh0XXS0-AO3XRGvyNKLn-ec/s320/judyinahmad-1.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#330033;">So here I am, in the university. Which I'm fairly certain you all knew.<br /></span><div><div><span style="color:#330033;">It's swell really. The people are grand, and I'm kept pretty busy.</span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">I rise at seven, class at nine, lunch at noon, class at 2, dine at 6, and so on.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">After about 7, though, anything goes. It's a sort of no man's time, if you will.<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381422399809483842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUb7c82tGv70GXX1gAndjURUJFpyUYiw7Og7CjwfNK6NngVx3So5ajzDDKBBcOZf-xnpEtMoFXLShPJtikgQvxuLd_TtupvliWObkLaOXRrOzPERBQM3UzezPg_msU1kvW8LEv4v9cmOs/s320/_44184787_patience_getty.jpg" border="0" /><br />Lately we've been filling these wee hours by watching a movie or two in the commons. And this, my friends, is precisely where the problem arises. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">I couldn't possibly list all the movies we've been watching, but I'll try to name a few, just to give you a sort of general idea of the sitch I'm in.<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">Let's see...</span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">- <em>Juno</em> (don't get me started)</span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">- <em>Twilight </em>(you're kidding me, right?)</span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">- <em>Pay It Forward</em> (seemingly out of left field)</span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">- <em>Step Up 2</em> (not that I've seen the first one, mind you)</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">To be fair, we did watch BBC's <em>Pride and Prejudice</em> as well, which I adore. But let's just brush that fact under the carpet, shall we? Makes my argument sound a heck of a lot better.<br /><br />I know, I know, I'm sounding like a movie snob. And I don't mean to. These movies (well, not <em>these</em> movies, but movies like them) are fine-- just not one after the next, with nothing in between. Ya dig?<br /><br />And all this time, Judy sits abandoned in my dorm room, along with Fred, Ginger, Cary, and Bette...<br /><br />I feel like a mother who's left her children in Disney World or something. Not cool.</span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">But what am I supposed to do? I cannot force people to like things. Believe me, I've tried. And it's backfired all times but one. Which is the reason I'm not allowed to play any Streisand around any of my family members, with the exception of my supercool mother. Yeah, we'll go with supercool.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">Plus, isn't it known that persuasion works far better than force anyway? Ah, maybe not. Maybe I just need to work on a menacing pose...</span></div><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381419966260546066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWzo89IlTO53Nb1QZP1UUJ99se3qA5DAkGBOJLg_yKzat94VUN7MRxwV9fyUxw4bBKSDt0Mim_7OJXhLWz11qFanqB5_qouClV4IS_mXGhv5g2Fl_wJknqdNTYQskA0CoSx01aqIQcxU/s320/guns.bmp" border="0" /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#330033;">Anyway, the point I'm getting at is...how does one go about introducing others with little to no exposure to classic film to the greats? I don't want it to be, you know, a total shock to their systems, but gosh darn it-- I hafta do something, right?</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381422405321902482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhHn_WJC3cKVcRhCHVqkUweC9t7T2waQ1fCWq6wHFmhtb21uz1VaXM93gjlhMZo6rVwd5IL58QgpAWK7M8RLffNrcI4EL5STx3Rn25jX7voeJClpq5gvb59Rs9Bjn7XD75R_McCz-o-k/s320/mary_pickford.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#330033;">We did try <em>Gone With the Wind</em>, and that seemed to work. But what next? I toyed with the idea of <em>Laura</em>, but didn't know how it'd be received.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">Any thoughts, suggestions? I do so want to be reuinted with my wonderful (albeit dead) buddies in film, and cannot wait four years to do so.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">In other news, I've just discovered the fabulous Lupe Velez. </span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MrQ76MS1L5g&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MrQ76MS1L5g&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">Also, I'm planning another Monday Murder. Still trying to decide between this...</span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381428303368702658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM9bweXhJy85YLdW9Sk4kvwJ9oUfMApH5JPD2zPe29GFUPy57Ajs6mgWsiZKocxn8bP_OLWqNE7JT54u8f4yQEc__4DdYzsysYJSQs4PclPvAkl1q3HOyunRoDzQfvQoDz8SPhCalJXiw/s320/502383_1020_A.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">and this...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381426431343316834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMyyORtfAFqgsevV-rw8DJIrN_5kvi4MGgRwVbak57k0yMi4G-GHQ_WHvsanUt46rEFCYV8JQQrnG-oydYcPHgGH01_eyKJsFJIKqcL_wESgsmqTuiXt5ZVDcjMKbipuqUzanjC7ueaA/s320/Midnight%2520Mary%2520(1933).jpg" border="0" /></span> </div></div>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com56tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-16554928068746308962009-08-29T14:47:00.000-07:002009-08-29T14:47:00.785-07:00Séance on a Wet Afternoon<span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366343499385764002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs3t9aEVWC-BTfCcRNnEsjRFpL0c7Kfn8B-UzHxhEdt1fxXg9HkotSKDhBJS4t_29QFHxQEvrUm4SlqXGJF4RAq8__Qos66K1RjmvhPzBvWvJHILiwWJd38EeM7E3gdglxm1ZFitzRJeg/s400/Seance4.jpg" border="0" /><em>Seance on a Wet Afternoon</em> is wonderful for...well, a wet afternoon. Oops... seems my originality just flew out the window. Really though, this one just feels better when viewed on a rainy day. </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366343515189511858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1T0FC85AOfnfFaVytnpezv-0XHpYYypfqbnRp_ezbvFiUlaZ1iLKYH6otxCMAgAyjfoSHA7DIKFEA6wqCcsRdDrLTMS0MVQe0IKIsJF-8UbFS3zuzqRLobnf917GdC5RRYe_WTMJPstU/s400/Seance3USe.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">It was directed in 1964 by Bryan Forbes, who'd previously worked (twice!) with Richard Attenborough, the guy who produced it and stars as Kim Stanley's husband. </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">If you've not heard of Bryan Forbes-- check out <em>The L-Shaped Room</em>, with Leslie Caron. He also did <em>The Stepford Wives,</em> which is just dandy. 'Cept for the end, with the creepy bug eyed robot. But I won't get off topic (I'll save it for later)...</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366343518060149154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikh8ZPQtTasIKb1GfGKDcWTjmCzHZspub4CWXUihmgaIkjcrZSNKilhNIDHJ22ORNA4qR5D_q3fv6t3PtMCA81m0K2inzD37eRqSYCwGndiPjKL3aw8pnZ3y4a2NI97wmsiyn1_Mk8k1s/s400/Seance5.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Anyhoo, the lead actress in the film is the oh-so-marvelous Kim Stanley. Stanley was primarily a theatre actress, but made several film appearances in her career, the first of which was in 1958, in <em>The Goddess</em>, a story based loosely on the life of Marilyn Monroe. </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">In 1965, Stanley would star in <em>Seance on a Wet Afternoon</em> and win the NY Drama Critics Circle Award for her performance. She was nominated for an academy award that year, but lost to Mary Pop-- er, Julie Andrews. ;) </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366343506040577954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH-kZvHhxWaGCQgbUVZAlqWo-l5zip-DbAZgcAborKeHq1R4w-oM6CFAXFbNqicGGsxpZgrCh_BZJHSJwgH3ZgQT-iOzqu4e34-y5jhf9Wbh20I2fY_vGQPR0YNtIFmew0zZjWFfwjQgo/s400/Seance1.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">When I was watching this one the first time, I recognized Stanley as the mother in <em>Frances</em>. After looking it up, I discovered (haha, I'm making myself sound like Colombus, huh?) that she'd been nominated again for her work-- this time as Best Supporting Actress. A short while later, Stanley retired from acting professionally and taught acting classes in Los Angeles and Santa Fe. </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">I also read that earlier she'd turned down the role of Lila in <em>Psycho</em>, saying she didn't want to work with Anthony Perkins for "personal reasons." Any guesses why? </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366343510067251042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj3iH7GPFGDKMWyMc7kwbNxWoDuQvBIYK2eWt6vE07BO_zoAj6GJsvdfSuAcKF06qqvQbY3Z9YH6PxqBWFjcvBHJWWESlFnsHzvnkCVTnTNUW8TjCsFydvRNUr8FPAk7BlN6qvK7Mg6KI/s400/SEANCE3.jpg" border="0" /><br />Seance is about a medium who kidnaps a gal in order to....oh shucks, I'm no good at this. Like I said earlier, I hate doing plot summaries. And if you really wanted that, you could easily check it out at Wikipedia. Only skip the last paragraph, 'cause they do give the ending away. Don't say I didn't warn ya, kiddos. </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W6dbk6RXALI&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W6dbk6RXALI&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Anyway, I'm quite busy with college and stuff, so now is the time to throw bottles and other bits of trash at me for neglecting this blog. Just no tomatoes please.<br /></span>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-4728821985722252252009-08-24T13:34:00.000-07:002009-08-24T13:34:00.321-07:00Monday Murder Series<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366630916084203650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgbuoZ9-XeJOp1nj3OcTVZO2HqB01Ce4TVbT76gplr44kQomXPVwYi9nWFocwweie-sxQo6g7YkGOS-xKtXXUs-9HoYsEMx1Ae2ePHYbMn74H-6KA2otlGxQeWD7unL7CLEnKyvcca9e0/s400/star_of_midnight.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">I've been in a mystery type mood lately-- blame it on Dame Agatha. Anyway, I thought I'd give a new series a go. The Monday Murder Series. Nothing criminal, mind you, just good old fashioned murder... mysteries. ;)</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">If nothing else, this'll be an excuse for me to watch some of my favorite movies (and, of course, prattle on about them here). Good, huh?</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">To start off the series, I chose one of my favorite Ginger Rogers films-- <em>Star of Midnight</em>. Judging by the number of Ginger devotees out there, this one is by no means obscure or unpopular. (Can I get a "wise choice, Juliette"? ;)</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366630919058477778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGHqqFJImg-Wu_Bxx7XX60thv68-kzcGtXTlbdQD_aXdyJTSruxF6V3GiU8Qr0oivHmKCXvb4RulPVWfnSDuY0v0l0Ij8FGblrh-h99Gck0xRgW3HgJVEWyS6AGemFCbod9wIbqjyCCcs/s400/STAR+OF+MIDNIGHT+robertsPowellRogers.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#003333;"><em>Ginger and William Powell with</em> <em>their </em>Star of Midnight <em>director.</em></span></span><br /><em></em><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Directed by Stephen Roberts, it stars Ginger acting alongside my love William Powell. Most people tend to criticize this one as being a <em>Thin Man</em> rip-off (and I s'pose it is), but I adore it. Possibly more than <em>The Thin Man.*</em></span><br /><em><span style="color:#330033;"></span></em><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Because the only thing more tedious than reading a dry plot synopsis is writing a dry plot synopsis, I'll skip it-- for my sake as much as yours. The plot's rather silly anyway, but thatd doesn't make it any less enjoyable. </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Some girl performer (the, uh, star of "Midnight") has disappeared and one lad's convinced she was his lover Alice, and another guy gets shot in William Powell's apartment and Eric Blore says "yessir" a lot and Ginger wears a ton of gowns. Yeah, that's it. Ish. There's a complicated climax followed by what the filmmakers would have you believe to be a laughably simple resolution. </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">However, in the midst of all this silliness and complexity, there is room for great performances and great banter. Makes me wish Ginger and Bill had partnered up quite a bit more, but I suppose that would be too much goodness for the universe to allow.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Anyway, if you've not already done so-- check out <em>Star of Midnight</em>. You'll like it, I promise. :)</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366627818447545906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp3pVYQVX1tcbyr0VHo5yBMmu2Vjw8Y8YDk5cyPP7VJrlqHk7xVTpuFUOVrSEUTA7iFyI4Ty7wwi281MwsSjt_bphGh61fCKEQIxM53HYAEbQbbN4cobK3POKxad88O0TJNUkp0Ab0IHw/s400/o_Star_of_Midnight.jpg" border="0" /><br /><em></em><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><em>*</em>The juries still out on that one.</span><br /><br /><div><div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-60619707985323087262009-08-21T13:10:00.000-07:002009-08-21T13:10:00.208-07:00College Life in the Movies<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLkgTN0GopsKjvpwTfLqxhN-FcBDsRxGQ-wN2c7x48kIHiFCEGAq_L9mtBQHuSACHcwmVNLOqQDhpFF-d7FmW3C01EDoLBaQmN5-NutnAcYHmrMM2PYhbvJu4Durn6cNH6XFPxqER6E90/s1600-h/COLLEGE2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366626046951386770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLkgTN0GopsKjvpwTfLqxhN-FcBDsRxGQ-wN2c7x48kIHiFCEGAq_L9mtBQHuSACHcwmVNLOqQDhpFF-d7FmW3C01EDoLBaQmN5-NutnAcYHmrMM2PYhbvJu4Durn6cNH6XFPxqER6E90/s400/COLLEGE2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="color:#330033;">So, this is it. I start classes in three days. As with everything in my life, I've tried to get a sort of preview to campus living through the movies. But I couldn't really think of anything to watch. I re-watched <em>Sweater Girl</em>, but I really hope college isn't like that...murders can be so troublesome. Though I wouldn't much mind the songs...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">Does anyone out there (I seeee youuu) have any good college movie recommendations? I'd surely appreciate it. ;)<br /></span><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366626052061144258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLMsu12SPcvN859Vl1LUUQE7DT7TV74dEJgjynYBM4FF8YH_Trw_5iFhKR4YveWrO5ILBzujlD6HqsLc_hZ-_KEyLp9DoHE9RUNiSDX1Z0DwCDtS11VI0czUlOQ7SNpbIDO4fbPAGFHI/s400/college3.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-38638952727728496082009-08-18T14:00:00.000-07:002009-08-18T14:00:01.269-07:00First Look at the Greats, part I<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365790588756831954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2GQPm8N23dVPpFZgv-ZdaUzUgoBj1d7iHZZqntGfRua5gpMWEs8PTmtlM1xA8EkVIIrXEFurPn7qKl7qp7ECtmTpXEypE6xiQSJrQoDHWVkUfRke695N65Jq_MqoDSXbkphw85r12uA/s400/bettedavis.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Last night I was watching <em>Marked Woman</em> for the gazillionth time and started to think about my Bette Davis obsession. I'm not sure exactly how it happened, or when....but it's been lovely so far.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365792680547671634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtUpQqJ5J11GXPIuGB9Y5dhDC6-NlH-Vw-TYUGaLA_I4wMQOaJxYK25biX0-8iRhgO-p_yliZcstkX6Lz3HhYm5RkEKxbec9hkfqfFJFfUFJ4uJ_HzEVJgRvoJF1ay8ROKJRnDVVUGAdU/s400/BetteDavisZIMA.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">I don't know when I first heard the name Bette Davis. Probably in the film book my sister bought for me when I was little. I remember reading from it and calling her "Bette" (Oh drat...that doesn't work here...only in speech, huh?) as in Midler. My mother corrected me and I thought to myself "What a cool spelling." Later I learned she thought so too. :)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365792689651821250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheHv5MSId8tYpAEhSuC1qcn1cr6fFHUE4PEAOQDhUT4zVsIkyBCKoEZ0_-p6YlZTeCLUTy4cOsePBulupuMGYBm2q_NrWOvn4MLzqt01Sp5vvgYPHykVaICs1-LRZTZ5oHNRIUMOt8mFw/s400/bf.bmp" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">The first time I saw Bette Davis was in <em>All About Eve</em>. I was twelve, I think, and was looking for old movies to buy. I'd heard a lot about the script (I still think it's the best), and also about Bette Davis. So I bought it, watched it, and searched for adjectives to describe it. Marvelous, uproarious, grand...it was everything I'd wanted in a movie (Yeah, I know...sounds lame, but that was really how I felt). I knew at once why it was considered a classic.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365784804526619010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgglH01E-5W65PzhAY78sFTnUpDR0C_MEBkNBzK83J75cVmmpulqcOJ9r6qXjWbOrT2n132wPXyPeSSCNnU3zger1w8LUq-RYOLCRcAamly0gK0yh5hD0COqapFkEB5-AuX_orAb2a7jWE/s400/168553~Bette-Davis-Posters.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365794692540335858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTycgmptDD4LhqPry3ui4Vb6hI5mdTos4jZMMqmoWejC1uHVmDZ4pKRtGnXgUA8X__zyNjuMZxutUPxkz6pSKmsEJjXtGKdP2UfoqsInIajvF7K0Y-Ox_JN5sDwQpZ6DpwOmyPaLz1RG8/s400/swat.bmp" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Anyway, sometime after that I was shopping for movies and saw <em>What Ever Happened to Baby Jane</em> on the shelf. I remember thinking what an awesome cover it had, with that creepy poem and broken doll's head. So I bought it.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365794695002739810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXQyOm7IoBZ_DE3BvpQy6gA-jo0eGTucED4NM2Nv2wK0cZcK5EWhJ_3k37MDnfh7e7JYVH4IB4u6BPagSfcyFH6gHy8PUW8yBHSuHZ0CpDRqKUo2QhYNPZCVKNjEzlWnhjeEN4B0mBGmM/s400/Storm-Center.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;">Geez...no wonder Kim Carnes sang that song.</span> </span></em><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">At the time, I found it remarkable that the lady from <em>Baby Jane</em> was the same woman who'd been in <em>All About Eve</em>. Which clinched the obsession, I guess. From that point on I've never looked back (well, I mean, except for ...now. ;)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365794700629257698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu5iM0BdeA40POm68MdJt1I5FqVUbhNhbMzW42kDua8kjTXInLtXKz4kXg6zzwim1Tdltf_LFli5vcbdx8Kij7DEaWEKnDovf8C0ArC7hxcupZCZEzKUjWfF9hzJq09dCpEPgkqJTxIPA/s400/re.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#003333;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365790579133731666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKKpuhkqvWvj-2xrt5kNNmZAZQsBbhrk4JB_q9qoKRbTv-cJRTcX-_N91NkMAX1VYnkF-xAyza54WpN0OJB2ECrKBu4gWwt-iHMqgnlcKl_2UTG21d-1fcIUmFDR2fS0Qklihd4laRBR4/s400/bette_davis_image__5_.jpg" border="0" /></em></span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;"><em>My absolute favorite picture of Bette.</em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365784793502611586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPbhSabF71CPVLdSdi8sdYSVM_uz3T9KmmEoqB0hhpocuzWVN7xH2_at7vADnrhiTcnviGtePPmV9oB5jlyS9Ll_De0zASzK-h4GX6qtkq9r9Di0XbrN6l0j_5UKnCH8sK9sjDTOpCmk/s400/440px-Bette_Davis14.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="color:#003333;">Seriously, this woman could not get any cooler. </span></em><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;">Do you have a favorite Bette memory?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#330033;"></span></strong>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-29355691605832068372009-08-15T12:37:00.000-07:002009-08-15T12:37:00.975-07:00Move Over, Mack Sennett.<span style="color:#330033;">Since it is summer (yes-- really!) and I'd love nothing more than to go for a swim, here are some summer appropriate pictures. Plus, like I said earlier, I'm in Colorado and probably nowhere near a computer. That's right kids-- this is not a live post. Hopefully in time you can forgive me for the deception. ;)<br /><br /><br />So, here goes...bathing beauties and whatnot.<br /><br /><br /></span><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqrZPbsFPgqRWu8j2cNRRmJdeGrS3JKcw8XhfjP1Umh6m9RJNyx3aZfosMBaZaPPj1vxifG_D9MzH6CDqxhcgfFx7ro7ccg8cQyTBc6Q1Tmof7aOctf3tm7L4noLls5eZGdMYFxzVlG-o/s1600-h/SWIM.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366319995585211634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqrZPbsFPgqRWu8j2cNRRmJdeGrS3JKcw8XhfjP1Umh6m9RJNyx3aZfosMBaZaPPj1vxifG_D9MzH6CDqxhcgfFx7ro7ccg8cQyTBc6Q1Tmof7aOctf3tm7L4noLls5eZGdMYFxzVlG-o/s400/SWIM.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"><em>Gene Tierney. Cool headband, huh?<br /></em><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"></span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF4I04MCRtkzJVXGlfgwyBPCwvBYkq4QRN4xAAquxxRl3GPi8hkCn-q-Sa-deUIND71vw7D9sez_HqkP9uHAP4yvrw_LM2mSpESrt7MVLa95Rpa81uJmTg6sxQQHQFmmyb_8hFAaGcVPQ/s1600-h/carolelombard-swimsuit-384x500.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366319992309063394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF4I04MCRtkzJVXGlfgwyBPCwvBYkq4QRN4xAAquxxRl3GPi8hkCn-q-Sa-deUIND71vw7D9sez_HqkP9uHAP4yvrw_LM2mSpESrt7MVLa95Rpa81uJmTg6sxQQHQFmmyb_8hFAaGcVPQ/s400/carolelombard-swimsuit-384x500.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"> <em>Carole Lombard...I love that lamp.</em></span></p><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1jPfelGDLxNJ4lY2bkAZO390fdfgbXkReRYVvuc7jcOhiRTuyDgfUM9LH1gh_FZAoIzveydaULPhuzKu3UrvjZdZ_yt9gjJEpQqGk6oECr3WHXDMwVgAdEJk-lfzs7qYF26RavYX0gdQ/s1600-h/High_heels_and_swim_suit.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366319986298488610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1jPfelGDLxNJ4lY2bkAZO390fdfgbXkReRYVvuc7jcOhiRTuyDgfUM9LH1gh_FZAoIzveydaULPhuzKu3UrvjZdZ_yt9gjJEpQqGk6oECr3WHXDMwVgAdEJk-lfzs7qYF26RavYX0gdQ/s400/High_heels_and_swim_suit.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"><em> No one you should know, really...just liked the heels with the suit.</em><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkSxSYOAWpE5zdxUP53V_nm4M6OAkSGX-8NyYxme5IPTG4FnoaaDP9ReI4PEkOnRb1KaA-RPOrHnI9j0o87PC44UimIVpB7sSXATtkLyl0yk5uWyFky8QMsXwYXKCjucKL8kHWOoYEQ8/s1600-h/KEATON.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366319981920021202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkSxSYOAWpE5zdxUP53V_nm4M6OAkSGX-8NyYxme5IPTG4FnoaaDP9ReI4PEkOnRb1KaA-RPOrHnI9j0o87PC44UimIVpB7sSXATtkLyl0yk5uWyFky8QMsXwYXKCjucKL8kHWOoYEQ8/s400/KEATON.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"> <em>Buster Keaton having a good time, despite appearances.</em></span></div><div><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglRibI1DIkV_AZikEayHPhGTrNKSj8UogvVQEJI0H4bJypMeatJHnQO8TowaurplhqzyrCm5Tz_M0sOdtX2sNbcq5kW3dQbwfAtFI_4MSv-Rr4kklOsEx3E_faJOWVn3UGxqFvwjPL8qI/s1600-h/afayecandid10.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366312815854173170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglRibI1DIkV_AZikEayHPhGTrNKSj8UogvVQEJI0H4bJypMeatJHnQO8TowaurplhqzyrCm5Tz_M0sOdtX2sNbcq5kW3dQbwfAtFI_4MSv-Rr4kklOsEx3E_faJOWVn3UGxqFvwjPL8qI/s400/afayecandid10.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"> <em>Alice Faye, who I've never been terribly fond of...I liked the hat, though. :)</em></span></div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdCjpF5JcU06V9RZpVxKRnJ9rU4p5K53Pg3TenTjOtC5G21eS8pnMaSLoheN6UVmd-lj97p_Mgvv_prV9sH-njrac9QpdxgGIPce2fI5HU8A7bUVYV40GhYeVcBnl7tqf1o5PAWXzacE/s1600-h/strollercan36.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366312811335389378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdCjpF5JcU06V9RZpVxKRnJ9rU4p5K53Pg3TenTjOtC5G21eS8pnMaSLoheN6UVmd-lj97p_Mgvv_prV9sH-njrac9QpdxgGIPce2fI5HU8A7bUVYV40GhYeVcBnl7tqf1o5PAWXzacE/s400/strollercan36.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"><em>Marie Prevost. One of Mack's original Bathing Beauties.</em> </span></div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1mzeeXLGHbkPp-qtFOcBGZ-bi7ulkXETDJcSuyw8tl4K4nkVXA4L_uVruLd6h7ZmRoznxYwm0abKFvOgn92gDHgk-iJUSDhWhmoP3GQpSyIKPX-R1GggmIdJvn3fUQrVIzLY-EfrrlH0/s1600-h/doris_day_01.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366312804113287250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1mzeeXLGHbkPp-qtFOcBGZ-bi7ulkXETDJcSuyw8tl4K4nkVXA4L_uVruLd6h7ZmRoznxYwm0abKFvOgn92gDHgk-iJUSDhWhmoP3GQpSyIKPX-R1GggmIdJvn3fUQrVIzLY-EfrrlH0/s400/doris_day_01.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"><em>Doris Day.</em><br /><br /></span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366312816188190338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbvGijiTX9t6lsOQXVBt8Y6Af52Hqml2P6LGcKtkUb6jTsMNFVWgTc70MJ1yH7MPKNHdb2snpVjMI8TOta1C8yrH6mJq7pA6ST2vYQSCNevauM9q7eWjkLM50qhEvhRg1emw3-hPdi4T8/s400/hm2.jpg" border="0" /> </span></div></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"><em>Gal I don't know, Jackie Cooper, Judy, Mickey, June Preisser, gal I don't know #2, and LB Mayer.</em><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8jHpvWGb1Z7w2d3fV_m3c7txeOqbbLAX1RCPmVBfK0_GFezxG8eI6L5t9vEMpwU59-lPg1xMMQ9IvM1DD2gXQKCarX2qOcY25knARU4WmBs0OLlKzow5eICk54Gr5r5sjlQ0UPUXG6g4/s1600-h/27cousinbettyjean.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366312798008989202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8jHpvWGb1Z7w2d3fV_m3c7txeOqbbLAX1RCPmVBfK0_GFezxG8eI6L5t9vEMpwU59-lPg1xMMQ9IvM1DD2gXQKCarX2qOcY25knARU4WmBs0OLlKzow5eICk54Gr5r5sjlQ0UPUXG6g4/s400/27cousinbettyjean.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"> <em>Joan Crawford and her cousin, Betty Jean.</em><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">Well that was fun. You should all go for a swim. And while you do that-- think of me, out here in the wilderness, most likely about to fall down a mountain or something. Cheers.<br /></span><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-80768645357915732992009-08-12T11:24:00.000-07:002009-08-12T11:24:01.307-07:00Gregory La Cava, Director and Producer.<p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;">Guess who's currently in Colorado? I am, I am!<br /><br />Anyway, this was supposed to be a scheduled blog, so hopefully that's worked out. If not...well, I suppose it doesn't matter if not, as you won't be reading this. Anyway...</span></p><br /><span style="color:#330033;">He's the guy W. C. Fields said had the "best mind for comedy in Hollywood." </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Ginger Rogers called him "masterful" and Pandro Bergman said he "amazed me." </span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366534871195009458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlROVtODXq9jbzDhFiFiFhVyUlB6qIN8kH0RGlW9KeRch9gWYS9iylUrVLnAbj2SkTJ5AgrZu1_sAVOf3gusVTMt_XffoceFJT2hyPDdc5xT3kP2rB97RwULfPNbCtxnt8I_CMr93lPLs/s400/lacavadunne.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;"><em>La Cava with Irene Dunne.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Despite having over 150 directing credits (and a series of hits including <em>My Man Godfrey</em>, <em>5th Avenue Girl, The Half Naked Truth, Primrose Path</em>, and <em>Unfinished Business</em>), La Cava's name is not as instantly recognizable as one might think.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeKysPgfrdPu0zvFPJz-iuqkFXO7iYfFURTN3MOGBVDIfhXyR4nGuCriNZQblw60kn6X2oN5VPebsbKfQANM8aYR3c5DDoJml9jRHCM2qzL3k0OO42sXtDFrPc3-DmBX2TlTVIWMzQcRc/s1600-h/STAGEDOOR.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366534881196542258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeKysPgfrdPu0zvFPJz-iuqkFXO7iYfFURTN3MOGBVDIfhXyR4nGuCriNZQblw60kn6X2oN5VPebsbKfQANM8aYR3c5DDoJml9jRHCM2qzL3k0OO42sXtDFrPc3-DmBX2TlTVIWMzQcRc/s400/STAGEDOOR.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="color:#003333;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">On the set of Stage Door, with Adolphe Menjou, Ginger, and Kate.</span></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:100%;">In the 1950s, with the release of Sarris' American Cinema rankings, movies focusing on male-centered worlds (westerns, film noir, and action pictures of Hawks and Ford in particular) gained popularity, with many film critics and theorists revisiting and reanalyzing them. Perhaps one reason La Cava has mainly been ignored by those film historians is the fact that he was primarily a "woman's director," and the majority of his later films portray women as the heart of the film, with men acting more or less as accessories.</span> </span><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66xtdp1meptR9vz8zfBYy7YQObj1N8__bIJaoBA_Z0mylbKFF08br7trijiAA2SOjawEbPW9Saxquky6gyypXNejnha1fWRBRMFB5PzanhkIwCFNLOvWuiVbc3P3IcAT0dCR7kPiXZr8/s1600-h/my-man-godfrey001.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366534884435610706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66xtdp1meptR9vz8zfBYy7YQObj1N8__bIJaoBA_Z0mylbKFF08br7trijiAA2SOjawEbPW9Saxquky6gyypXNejnha1fWRBRMFB5PzanhkIwCFNLOvWuiVbc3P3IcAT0dCR7kPiXZr8/s400/my-man-godfrey001.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#003333;"><em> Carole Lombard and William Powell in La Cava's</em> My Man Godfrey.</span></span><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">I'd never really heard of him until two or three years ago, when I watched <em>Stage Door</em>. However, I'm finding out he was a lot more influential than his fame (or lack of it, rather) would have one believe.</span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;">Beginning in 1916 with animated shorts, La Cava moved on to live action in the early twenties. During the silent era, La Cava worked beside stars such as Bebe Daniels, W.C. Fields, Richard Dix, and Esther Ralston. </span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjjozxxmD5YcLLG0g1r5Rj6urpUZ4ipn-EpKcWoNOIjKXWAtnWloAsZJXCQI31eCmpCag6lmx2n9Cl7Js825okSeNulQ4jADqp9ap946ecsvlVPn4JuA49peVe2gO_PDiW6rgHiyQx8Q/s1600-h/sjff_02_img0731.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366534874672127650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjjozxxmD5YcLLG0g1r5Rj6urpUZ4ipn-EpKcWoNOIjKXWAtnWloAsZJXCQI31eCmpCag6lmx2n9Cl7Js825okSeNulQ4jADqp9ap946ecsvlVPn4JuA49peVe2gO_PDiW6rgHiyQx8Q/s400/sjff_02_img0731.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#003333;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em> Irene Dunne and her director, on the set of</em> Unfinished Business.</span></span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;">In his most productive decade, the thirties, La Cava was employed at some time by nearly all the major studios, directing the likes of Claudette Colbert, Irene Dunne, Joel McCrea, William Powell, and Ginger Rogers (three times, isn't it marvelous?).</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin-DcX7FpuirzSMHBy5aEfPlMJpUW5CUccTyBtPZkBBH9fY5Na8FWJosx9Og4LzXLry_CYK1Y83eodoBpgL397GbG6kzWZp1hIZlXVdqijTg9tOcX5YRK6UDmDLxXT1H6ijT8Cwz9ZsTE/s1600-h/Gregory+La+Cava,+directing+Walter+Huston,+Franchot+Tone,+and+Karen+Morley+in+Gabriel+Over+the+White+House.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366534864670825938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin-DcX7FpuirzSMHBy5aEfPlMJpUW5CUccTyBtPZkBBH9fY5Na8FWJosx9Og4LzXLry_CYK1Y83eodoBpgL397GbG6kzWZp1hIZlXVdqijTg9tOcX5YRK6UDmDLxXT1H6ijT8Cwz9ZsTE/s400/Gregory+La+Cava,+directing+Walter+Huston,+Franchot+Tone,+and+Karen+Morley+in+Gabriel+Over+the+White+House.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="color:#003333;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">Gregory La Cava directing Walter Huston, Franchot Tone, and Karen Morley in </span></span></em><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="color:#003333;">Gabriel Over the White House</span><em>.</em></span><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Even David O. Selznick, Hollywood's resident humbug, said of La Cava: "Ninety-nine directors out of a hundred are worthless as producers. However, there are exceptions... I believe that La Cava might be an exception."</span> </p>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com71tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-87464977193171456212009-08-09T13:59:00.001-07:002009-08-09T14:59:48.463-07:0030 Questions, AKA the reason I've been an antisocial blogger.<span style="color:#330033;">Thanks to the increasingly (and deservingly) lionized <a href="http://www.movietone-news.com/"><span style="color:#003333;">Matthew Coniam of Movietone News</span></a>, I've another survey to complete, this time about films of the thirties and forties. Well, mainly.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368083930051751298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj22DtYg9odep74lCp0bqZ09HtkDgfgJJOCIzK2ZreUOtmVzS5ZDepAmOaTx88hbmyfhyphenhyphenpX4QllrLFdoWkm5-_pR4QIMDcz2IqWcWGHVMYmXdG9XMLoKMW1TKK-tQM5aOXgt_vYT1BGyEU/s320/crazy16b.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#330033;">So here goes. It's terribly hard by the looks of it. Especially that last one-- gulp.</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">But first, this is the reason I haven't read a lot of your blogs on this topic. Didn't want to subconsciously steal your answers, y'know. ;)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>1. Your favorite Humphrey Bogart film in which he doesn't play a gangster or a private eye. (Oh, and not including <em>Casablanca </em>either.)</strong><br /><em>Marked Woman.</em> No doubt. His performance in that one is my favorite, including his performances as hoods and whatnot.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>2. Your favorite appearance by a star in drag (boy-girl or girl-boy).</strong><br />Well, I suppose the obvious answer for me'd be Katharine in <em>Sylvia Scarlett</em>, but...the one that first came to mind was June Preisser in <em>Sweater Girl</em>. That hat is simply divine.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>3. Your favorite Laurel & Hardy film; short or feature, or one of each. (This will sort out the men from the boys - or perhaps the men from the girls.)</strong><br /><em>You're Darn Tootin'</em>. The first one I ever saw, and still my favorite.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>4. Your favorite appearance by one star in a role strongly associated with another star. (E.g.: Ricardo Cortez as Sam Spade, Grace Kelly as Tracy Lord, Vince Vaughn as Norman Bates...)</strong><br />Vince Vaughan as Norman Bates. Hah! You wish. Man alive-- I keep forgetting this is 30s and </span><span style="color:#330033;">40s. So I'll say it anyway...Tammy Blanchard as Sybil in...<em>Sybil.</em> But sticking to the rules I'll make it Janet Gaynor as Esther Blodgett. Then again, she and Judy are both pretty famous for it. And this in no way means I prefer Janet to Judy. Just thought I’d clarify, hee hee.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>5. The thirties or forties star or stars you most think you'd like, but have yet to really get to know.</strong><br />Ooh, good 'un. Audrey Totter. And Tallulah Bankhead probably. After all, she was friends with Dorothy Parker. As for the men, Van Johnson seemed like a nice guy. But I’ve only seen him in one or two things. Same for Lew Ayres. </span><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368076747169806498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_AjU9H1DHG6Mqa_VhaRttP3yUcExhhR3O8sTmj4ffsJi0quwKtGHCeUzwTPGd1Cgu0hZi0xkS179sPEZ1AQ3JHr8PPfjXbkR4cV0hyphenhyphenrSc7kWwRYiAAIJBFRim8hPoL33iXY6NqzzAHjA/s320/articl63.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>6. Your favorite pre-<em>Petrified Forest</em> Bette Davis film.</strong><br />Tie between <em>Dangerous</em> and <em>Bordertown</em>. Is that allowed? ;)<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>7. Your favorite post-<em>Mildred Pierce</em> Joan Crawford film.</strong><br /><em>Johnny Guitar</em>. I just adore seeing gals in westerns.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>8. Your favorite film that ends with the main character's death.</strong><br />Well, <em>Dark Victory'</em>s definitely up there...that or <em>Waterloo Bridge</em>. Ooh, or <em>DOA</em>. I’m too indecisive for my own good.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>9. Your favorite Chaplin talkie.</strong><br /><em>Monsieur Verdoux</em>, but (shh-- don’t tell) I’ve never seen <em>Limelight</em>. Relax though, I just added it to my Amazon cart. </span></div><span style="color:#330033;"><br /><div></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368076735981821746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEo2cpZyxU3Jve1Km3d0BoimdcWLB1n-6cYCnxraE9N6NNbeDWdkQCQBm5Dsd393uVPChFzYAMAp7ke-w7HNJfJcRIxeGQXfw8jKixufF7Fnj2G_kAGy2HXsCxCWK4TyZtzfBEi_aGcBo/s320/386809615_9778e9ed9c.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>10. Your favorite British actor and actress.</strong><br />Robert Donat and Margaret Lockwood, but Phyllis Calvert’s growing on me.<br /></span><span style="color:#003333;"><strong>EDIT</strong>: Okay, I peeked at someone’s answers. I need to get it into my head that Vivien Leigh is indeed a British actress. Ho hum.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>11. Your favorite post-1960 appearance by a 1930's star.</strong><br />Olivia de Havilland in <em>Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte</em>. If she qualifies as a ’30s star. She should, by the way. </span></div></div></div><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><div><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fvh2zswznrg&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fvh2zswznrg&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>12. Dietrich or Garbo?</strong><br />Garbo. For now, as I've yet to really watch a lot of Marlene.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>13. Karloff or Lugosi?</strong><br />I fell in love with Lugosi when I first saw a picture of him from <em>The Black Cat</em>. How debonair can you get?<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>14. Chaplin or Keaton? (I know some of you will want to say both for all of the above. Me too. But you can't.)</strong><br />Keaton. But you must understand how very hard it was for me to choose. I hope Charlie does.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>15. Your favorite star associated predominantly with the 1950's.</strong><br />Gloria Grahame...Is that okay? Golly I hope so. Because I was gonna say Lucille Ball, but the work I love most isn't associated with the fifties-- she is. Oh drat, I just rambled, didn't I?<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>16. Your favorite Melvyn Douglas movie.</strong><br /><em>Too Many Husbands</em>. Only because <em>A Woman’s Face</em> belongs too much to Joan. So there. ;)<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>17. The box-office failure you most think should have been a success.</strong><br />Well, I’d love to say <em>The Pirate</em>, but I can understand why it was a failure at the time. Silly audiences. So I’ll go with Sturges’ <em>Unfaithfully Yours</em>. Linda Darnell, Rex Harrison-- brilliant.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>18. Your favorite performance by an actor or actress playing drunk.</strong><br />I know it’s only for a bit, but Una Merkel in <em>Midnight Mary</em> plays drunk to perfection. So that’s it for me.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>19. Your favorite last scene of any thirties movie.<br /></strong>Why oh why couldn’t <em>The Lady Eve</em> have been made just two years earlier? Shucks...how about <em>Bringing Up Baby</em>? </span></div><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368081003743527826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9fvDpbKQN3n5IN9VXYzO3cvERyVI19O73REY-1wS3q58CnihvtYWqIulW1HNHw75uUEQ9PGAyDD1zhRMSC1xNf60h47e0uW5TzQDcVf8TCWySW9O-BP4dwi-cq54TuXQF0uvx2zWSOCI/s320/539w.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></span></div><strong><span style="color:#330033;">20. Your favorite American non-comedy silent movie.</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Too difficult, so I’m going to rely on one of my favorite techniques-- cheating. <em>Sadie Thompson</em> or <em>The Eyes of Julia Deep</em>.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>21. Your favorite Jean Harlow performance.</strong><br /><em>The Beast of the City</em>....I like her in comedy, but prefer her in stuff like this.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>22. Your favorite remake. (Quizmaster's definition: second or later version of a work written as a movie, not a later adaptation of the same novel or play.)</strong><br />Good definition. Um...<em>Good News,</em> from ‘47. Though I haven’t seen the original, so I can’t really </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">compare.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>23. Your favorite Orson Welles performance in a film he did not direct, not including<em> The Third Man</em>.</strong><br />Actually, the only movies I’ve seen with Orson (that aren’t off limits, of course) are <em>The Long Hot Summer</em> and <em>Three Cases of Murder</em>, so I’ll go with the latter.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>24. Your favorite non-gangster or musical James Cagney film or performance.</strong><br />Does <em>Hard to Handle</em> count? He’s not really a gangster...more of a general ne’er-do-well.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>25. Your favorite Lubitsch movie.</strong><br /><em>One Hour With You</em>. But <em>Trouble in Paradise</em> is a close second. And I’ve always wanted to see <em>Cluny Brown</em>.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>26. Who would win in a fight: Miriam Hopkins or Barbara Stanwyck? (Both in their prime; say in 1934 or so.)</strong><br />You kidding? Well, Bette shook Miriam around, and Barbara could totally take Bette, so it’s Barbara Stanwyck by a mile-- and she wouldn’t even break a sweat. She wouldn't have to put a doorknob in her glove for it, either...</span><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368076738305901490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU8hjahXLvBRVMwYpxWuyBOY6OkNegP75NLwGyXjXRt2L-znPjJrqwmu_hY8se9lrgF2hALFS9AwFpWR6UPdhu_z91S4imzX08ZSi_U5qG7gHVKiph8g3Jr2axOiUALsL3ziD6YEWoe9o/s320/3499229511_0aef9aac41.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>27. Name the two stars you most regret never having co-starred with each other, and - if you want - choose your dream scenario for them. (Quizmaster's qualification: they have to be sufficiently contemporary to make it possible. So, yes to Cary Grant and Lon Chaney Jr. as two conmen in a Howard Hawks screwball; no to Clara Bow and Kirsten Dunst as twin sisters on the run from prohibition agents in twenties Chicago, much though that may entice.)</strong><br />Okay. Linda Darnell and Judy Garland, in a sort of film noir spoof. Like <em>Lady on a Train</em>, but this time with two ladies. Hahaha, I’m probably the only person who’d see it, but you did ask. I was gonna say John Wayne and Stanwyck, but then remembered he had part in<em> Baby Face</em>. Thank goodness. Otherwise this would be far too hard.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>28. Your favorite Lionel Barrymore performance.</strong><br />Sue me, but it’s <em>You Can’t Take It With You</em>. If you’d have said favorite Lionel Barrymore film, the answer’d be altogether different. :)<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>29. Bob Hope and Paulette Goddard or Bob Hope and Dorothy Lamour? (See note on question 14.)</strong><br />Eek-- you’re killing me. Bob and Paulette, but only because of my sworn loyalty to Paulette. Otherwise, I like him best when with Lamour.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>30. You won't want to answer this, but: there's been a terrible fire raging in the film libraries of all the major studios. It's far too late to save everything. All you can do is save as much as you can. You've been assigned the thirties. All you'll have time to drag from the obliterating inferno is one 1930's film each from Paramount, MGM, RKO, Columbia, Universal and Warners. Do you stomp around in a film buff's huff saying 'it's too hard, I can't choose just one' and watch them all go up in smoke? Or do you roll your sleeves up and start saving movies?But if the latter: which ones...?</strong><br />Ahh! This is entirely too cruel. Thirties is the toughest of all (but you knew that, didn’t you?)<br />Well, I was gonna come up with awesome answers of movies that had tons of stars, or compilation films and such, but then decided to pick my actual favorites. So, here goes...but please, never ever (ever) try to recreate this one in life. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368076741450749378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ2jeVVdJ96Or9mDaZ5B0qcKighXtNZ8iLpSUJMcvi5-oUIJ4LrDXnQby4GrNlQYxaxVgWUUzDSE5BZAyJs8icLdTT6ZJ6_P7GGwlli4dV91dSggUXmfL1ArzV0l0ObHNkZcPB6wsbsk8/s320/STAGE.jpg" border="0" />RKO--Stage Door. Ha, Ginger and Kate! Take that, fire!<br />Paramount-- <em>I’m No Angel</em><br />MGM--I’m giving two answers. <em>Gone With the Wind</em> and (because MGM didn’t really produce GWTW by itself) <em>Babes in Arms</em>.<br />Universal-- <em>Dracula.</em><br />Warner Bros.-- <em>Baby Face</em>. (I think I can actually hear Bette screaming)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">I think I’d manage to save these and, in the midst of choosing between <em>His Girl Friday</em> and <em>Mr. Smith Goes to Washington</em> for Columbia, pass out due to smoke inhalation. I did try though, but just couldn’t save them all. Don’t judge me. ;)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Sigh. Now that’s over, I can read all of your marvelous posts.</span> </div><div></div><div></div>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-11693669634184005882009-08-07T10:25:00.000-07:002009-08-07T11:49:29.873-07:00Great Reads. :)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirQTWf5-szueMD8MwLeJ1iUTngsfvFUZm9oy4VP0wHknJQWa_-k_GmBTOZMuAeKCTWDogXMJJkCUViRp0UiE2jRxNRjfmCxkXFsPYgHihUqUlXvB3jSsEh2UMx45shHlIBKUjE0mKda4I/s1600-h/GreatRead.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366932981663601202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirQTWf5-szueMD8MwLeJ1iUTngsfvFUZm9oy4VP0wHknJQWa_-k_GmBTOZMuAeKCTWDogXMJJkCUViRp0UiE2jRxNRjfmCxkXFsPYgHihUqUlXvB3jSsEh2UMx45shHlIBKUjE0mKda4I/s400/GreatRead.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">On Thursday, I was delighted to learn on that someone out there likes me. Or, at least, my blog. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">The magnificent Matthew Coniam over at...well, </span><a href="http://carfaxabbey.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#003333;">Carfax Abbey</span></a><span style="color:#330033;">, </span><a href="http://www.movietone-news.com/"><span style="color:#003333;">Movietone News</span></a><span style="color:#330033;">, </span><a href="http://denniswheatleyproject.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#003333;">The Dennis Wheatley Project</span></a><span style="color:#330033;">, and </span><a href="http://marxcouncil.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#003333;">The Marx Brothers Council of Britain</span></a><span style="color:#330033;">...has declared this blog a great read. (And you all thought it was just okay-- what privileged people you are. ;)<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366933738071304722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgNdgI0G4INxguMzS_OrN2xvbyQ2dbMKPCYuGdt9nC5pj7d71mV8PDC7lkyQFhCLBvZqZY7JuR6v0koaqpi5i6jO0UCyAa4sIuOuy2xP3vwPXl_hAXwtCoOaB-3YLH2D-FMx6-uB-US_8/s320/Great_Reads.png" border="0" /></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">So here we are-- time for me to pass this grand thing on. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">I love every blog I follow (obviously, otherwise I wouldn't follow 'em...). Really, though, you're all great reads-- give yourselves pats on the back. Or just one, depending on the time and intensity of the pat. Anyway, I'm fairly certain some of you have gotten this award before and therefore wouldn't want to bore you with another. :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">On that note, I hereby proclaim the following to be great reads...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366996022731271074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqrH0sjXrZWuYIHvSZXbKs8FXDDM0nI3qudxlJBcCIWJIqLyEpqYy3CijCmrfhjLPs3xsaEUsgYxlpoR4TA113YU5jtmFmYABa5NUbO72EnAlZiygjfFElT3YzOpmpxwj7MGjrpMtliE/s200/3832b.jpg" border="0" /></span><a href="http://voteforgracie.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#003333;">Or Maybe Eisenstein Should Just Relax</span></a><span style="color:#330033;">, Meredith's fabulous and always entertaining blog.<br />1) Because she likes <em>Arrested Development</em>.<br />2) Ditto for <em>The Big Valley</em>.<br />3) Because her blog always makes me laugh, in the best way.<br />4) Because I can.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366996009070599602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdcT3jqrkYeBkaetbPdjEpNy5aGjCdzc-eJ6H-So1PWttCb9jt1QZeO2TxiYA-0q1Z2ugPJS9vtbC-G40Tuv_pFBnz4_rLvuifgZK_w_Fw-9ibemRKAT5Zn2WyQAdh_9OYl786N6GYEMc/s200/nancyc_closeharmonyshmusic.JPG" border="0" /></span><a href="http://art-deco-dame.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#003333;">Living on Velvet</span></a><span style="color:#330033;">, Elsie's blog about...oh, just about everything film related until 1950 or so. It's odd-- I don't always agree with Elsie's take on things, but always find her writing and opinions fascinating. Plus, she digs Janet Gaynor. :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366996006755491682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0kEN9OGiqERAO2c4JGsjDAQ6cv1YXXZadUWQXKhCxstU7Oos3_qPu67ft2zMEyDpBgNTkolfrloOkN9-Ao57NXc4r6fKKJyM45w0o6-D3QIKeGmLnELUNCBce5zIvx9vsbkjzOFIxqyo/s200/hauntingic.jpg" border="0" /></span><a href="http://dougflickers.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#003333;">Flickers</span></a><span style="color:#330033;">, an ever-interesting movie blog by Doug. Reading this blog, I'm constantly learning about movies I'd otherwise not have discovered, mostly those from around 1970 to 1995. I tend to be a little backwards when it comes to modern cinema, but Doug's blog reminds me that there is good stuff out there, if one is willing to look.<br /></span><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366996014464671970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrOAqhoQ_9hVIwqy3c5u4ltLIZTDpxWB5ImkIw8XnEZVvMX2Dz802mv5Uhhd7Z-WjHBq5WsawHCEueP9ugnVTO4T8lW0_TBjkrczWFt8xg8rD0_pt2zaU7gYuFYeE1Gbp6LBpYvSooYik/s200/veraellencute6.jpg" border="0" /></span><a href="http://noodleinahaystack.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#003333;">A Noodle in a Haystack</span></a><span style="color:#330033;">, Amanda Cooper's blog focusing on movies, music, and dancing. When I go to read Amanda Cooper's blog, I know I'll always be amused and interested in her take on everyone from Vera Ellen to Dean Martin. Definitely recommended. </span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="color:#330033;">Also, a very happy birthday to Lucille Ball, Ella Raines (August 6), and Billie Burke (August 7) :)</span></p></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367026123075459170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLCTRoQcTEz0SL9IzbQiyBLB5SwddCPslzNrvlHJrgddA-icRg0Id1hxuOzdslL3D2PEEXTA50GuWdPx3N0NeJNjdTIc471G7sPek7vyT26X0NQFyKcmHHHGZeDZAnkthVgltMJCJL6dM/s320/Lucille_Ball_50.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367026124193465442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI38tcVmxTMSRk701P-yvBw0Gu_IbFBGihC3oNdFw-LAZGCB32Jgsa01vZ2w4MW76rHwX_yrBkxji4yQ9hVzMpXt6Es7AGRhApr2xryqzxPaePyj6LW5drpG087jpHnAG8Z2rR02KKe8A/s320/ellar.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367026118894534434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPe0IibLV9fPtMM_79sTS0NJMQ1ikEn3QkDtDqtLuH1HNFY-hV0uuohfdkIdPH-4EyQaXlXgnK_MpnOX9lab4PXH1vNISES-uH4aohluvPVyAPnNrBU_dAoOY4AFPqIqASsyPAa45L9o4/s320/billieburke.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><p>Really, though, I do mean it when I say you all deserve it. I've learned a ton already about film (and other miscellaneous topics) just by reading the blogs out there. </p><p>I've re-discovered my love of film noir by reading Ginger Ingenue's blog, kept track of which Ginger movies are still out there through Beth and Lauren (not to mention had grand Ginger discussions with numerous people out there), and developed a wee obsession with Ingrid Bergman and James Dean by way of Millie's marvelous blog (which I'd totally give one of these to, but judging by the awesomeness of it-- she probably has one already, haha). </p><p>In addition to that, I've learned what a gal in the navy would do to curl her hair, that Jennifer Jones is much less cool than what she'd have you believe, and that James Cagney's use of a grapefruit in <em>Public Enemy</em> remains unsurpassed. </p><p>I've found out about Lona Andre's and Anna May Wong's careers, read about pre-code horror flicks, modern rom-coms, Harold Lloyd, and smoking in the movies, and have seen ingenious Chicago architecture and terrific artwork of Clara Bow. Really, who could ask for anything more? And, haha, did I forget anybody?</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#330033;">I'd give to every one of ya if I could. Group hug? ;)</span><br /></p><p></p>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-29768090834929517812009-08-05T17:11:00.000-07:002009-08-05T18:24:20.600-07:00June 1, 1926 – August 5, 1962<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366638023341386722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzvbIh3MAoqbKTq1yEBiv5-YFTCL3iHo-tuyS2fqP5lBpqrZb13J76XsSc8qOtIi-W74meLJ80MGDjwB3XBqhZHjblGjajb7Q3ajmas0JojH04Mde0aqtlwq-hj9B5QqhWwcklH_AWn40/s400/marilyn_monroe_cafeteria.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH0znxq7i4S1rd6bs39sSx5dILokghj763tiEZRpF1Cn6Klmzmm014OdwX_m-wNPRQvG0lnfUGXAW7p0rFL3_ernzvs9hz9IGuWP0tJM0f1eBBh87J5v_upBw0E2zubZ9WdUinRu6Xoo4/s1600-h/Marilyn_Monroe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366638036982375810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH0znxq7i4S1rd6bs39sSx5dILokghj763tiEZRpF1Cn6Klmzmm014OdwX_m-wNPRQvG0lnfUGXAW7p0rFL3_ernzvs9hz9IGuWP0tJM0f1eBBh87J5v_upBw0E2zubZ9WdUinRu6Xoo4/s400/Marilyn_Monroe.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUXXbt_o0HzkZxIbUnrZV4rpaMgVCZlXwfY0saBtMww_czipQjNBoEi5rIt5XGkRUfOH51vbZFzJucqhuzHyipR6jxSdxPK29rQU85eAVKWzpZrCfBRr4mGpcki-Rcj8ZrGxhTUKWJhY/s1600-h/marilyn_monroe_door.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366638031546549842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUXXbt_o0HzkZxIbUnrZV4rpaMgVCZlXwfY0saBtMww_czipQjNBoEi5rIt5XGkRUfOH51vbZFzJucqhuzHyipR6jxSdxPK29rQU85eAVKWzpZrCfBRr4mGpcki-Rcj8ZrGxhTUKWJhY/s400/marilyn_monroe_door.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNiKvcDFFZfe70OZkUMXtaaq_9FHAge8YYPe-BB9DQYw_V8HZbO8dadb2MUKMNacyoOvKdpjKNRsZD6jyaZWj3SVuR4Kf71aoUV0hxf7E1V8UMU0zdzySv08fN3vk7_cE1TtBqLu5ajc/s1600-h/marilyn-monroe-stares-at-a-flower1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366638030266898002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNiKvcDFFZfe70OZkUMXtaaq_9FHAge8YYPe-BB9DQYw_V8HZbO8dadb2MUKMNacyoOvKdpjKNRsZD6jyaZWj3SVuR4Kf71aoUV0hxf7E1V8UMU0zdzySv08fN3vk7_cE1TtBqLu5ajc/s400/marilyn-monroe-stares-at-a-flower1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div> </div></div></div></div>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-29671964906564729142009-08-03T14:49:00.000-07:002009-08-03T18:18:33.839-07:00Then again, maybe not.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4NINl0OdOH83KdtBYPdvRRFCTQLX8bgF2n9It0fhaTnKwJ-sg3hA0WHnpJcj5MEG93bEJKzaVEGcvmspKtgE2JwNqHVNOgEfE-GGkfUZ6RICiUmrNYc4JAWgOukx1elZfjb0AqzghRY/s1600-h/20060124-hitchcock.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365859706098051858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4NINl0OdOH83KdtBYPdvRRFCTQLX8bgF2n9It0fhaTnKwJ-sg3hA0WHnpJcj5MEG93bEJKzaVEGcvmspKtgE2JwNqHVNOgEfE-GGkfUZ6RICiUmrNYc4JAWgOukx1elZfjb0AqzghRY/s400/20060124-hitchcock.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#330033;">Well I did it...finally chose which movies to take with my to the university. </span><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">Of my movies (</span><a href="http://juliette713.dvdaf.com/owned"><span style="color:#003333;">http://juliette713.dvdaf.com/owned</span></a><span style="color:#330033;"> and </span><a href="http://juliette713.dvdaf.com/owned/classics"><span style="color:#003333;">http://juliette713.dvdaf.com/owned/classics</span></a><span style="color:#330033;">, respectively), I selected 56 of 'em. Well, 51...the others aren't really "movies." </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">I'm sure I'll still come home often to switch things around, but as of now, my college movies are (would it be terribly inconvenient to ask for a drum roll?)....</span></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">The 39 Steps </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">All About Eve </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Amelie </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Babes in Arms </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Babes on Broadway </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Bachelor Mother </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Bella </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Bonnie and Clyde </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Breakfast at Tiffany's </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Bringing Up Baby </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Cabaret </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">City Lights </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Clueless </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Double Indemnity </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Easter Parade </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Enter the Dragon </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">The Ex-Mrs. Bradford </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">For Me and My Gal </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Freaks </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Freaky Friday (1976) </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Girl Crazy</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Gigi </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Gone With the Wind </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Grey Gardens </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Heathers </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">How to Marry a Millionaire </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">The Lady Eve </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">The Lady Vanishes </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">The Last Picture Show </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Laura </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Lili </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">The Love Parade </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Marked Woman </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Meet Me in St. Louis </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">The Moon Spinners </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Night of the Hunter </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">On a Clear Day You Can See Forever </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Paper Moon </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Singin' In the Rain </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Splendor in the Grass </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Strictly Ballroom </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Strike Up the Band </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Sybil </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Tammy and the Bachelor </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Top Hat </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">The Umbrellas of Cherbourg </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Up the Sandbox </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Wait Until Dark </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">What's Up Doc? </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Woman of the Year </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Mary Pickford: A PBS Documentary</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Liza Minnelli at Radio City Music Hall </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">The Judy Garland Show, vol. I </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Gidget: The Complete Series </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">Arrested Development: The Complete Series</span></em></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">Yea? Nay? How could you forget <u><span style="color:#003333;">insert film title here</span></u> Juliette, you stupid git?</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">Because that's pretty much the extent of my post for today, and I wouldn't want you little dears to hate me, here's some randomness! </span></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365859716143976578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4X0KoJZ5ot1N7sOZzIgOXuUXuR0qNKk_En9DoxdsORiBdf7Y0Pbt7G2e8-pxMzSNoLA7U1sbW3_aWL-vBx7vUFnCCi8gGF8AwZomeuOdgMHlSeDD4FXml72N3ueIdQ3a8_cfEWtWSLO8/s400/ginger-rogers-2777336612_2f730043ac.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="color:#330033;">Ginger. Dig those shades. </span></em></div><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365859721510468562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8V0ztODSa2ia3U33s3U31lG7CiIPWommcByTYRUT9ePBt8CvEUjUDA3dk2gsa1F43AuTzr8eL15g31yjbmu2Ow5QX8AqvoJbwSpojC6cXae3t5LAbJG4CUEr1uLGaixINLBHo_H2PH4/s400/6a00d83451f25369e200e5536744d58833-800wi.jpg" border="0" /></span></em><em><span style="color:#330033;">Doris, at home. </span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#330033;"></span></em><br /><p><em><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365859725238905522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2FWpLsqJ-YkdEpRq3yNfYN1jl_4sZ0O2q7xiremKfD2k8mx-C2T5vEjcZrtZ5lGHFu44yfuyAmPv3uRixXftwl0OTAU2KQLYbw6WEGsJUJH_iRtqir9iEqMqao4WHlxhj4DYlCF_VVE/s400/kath.jpg" border="0" /></span></em><em><span style="color:#330033;">Kate, on the set of Sylvia Scarlett. I assume. ;) </span></em></p><br /><em><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365859711383999762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMIxvTuhL0OleOsFZOcFy5ofzWoUfsqi2lx5lUh-qP9lyIhm21h7yNlKsfYzPha7bTXKa5m0oF4j_2MTb1G0GzyPHGt6OTS3VeThzzWuuNx9Sll_kcGB1GOvb4Bit4-UnxQtRDM8xGKwU/s400/74U0uwqKZk1azxatgS2XUbPso1_500.jpg" border="0" /></span></em><em><span style="color:#330033;">Rita and Orson, bullfighting. Nearly.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Random thought for the day....I'm currently listening to "June Is Busting Out All Over" from Carousel. When I was little I thought June was the girl's name. Yikes.</span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365911005293935442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfVj0o7qtiuBNvqTgO-4HhgzS1vnlkM6tQiaZRVFhmbStab52bUTwcwBx_KFijnPfiQU_MvotV1L3YKwqqf5afZVJ6uEjM6MvQicL6NZxZ4sIn6nMJl6qdmwo95T-yKW47Xn0TvK9Pi78/s400/JeanUSE.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#003333;">And a very happy birthday to Miss Jean Hagen. A gifted comedienne, but also a whiz at dramatics.</span>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-52097686171148663182009-08-01T18:03:00.000-07:002009-08-01T21:34:18.310-07:00Musings vol. III and Silly Gene, Socks Are For Plebs!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLseYhVdWM4c_oOFbZHADnjEacpOGeQ5bkWkIUrBrl-2dYfVQZyoJ3IKSSfi2sdHHrqh483aomgxsNK9ksskp3LeLqWYGCytsP8-k4xsYs4lFJ60jY8O8LDPjV15y7AX4xBkILsl7Zq90/s1600-h/1946DecScreenRomancesAD-lg.JPG"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365167390847892898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLseYhVdWM4c_oOFbZHADnjEacpOGeQ5bkWkIUrBrl-2dYfVQZyoJ3IKSSfi2sdHHrqh483aomgxsNK9ksskp3LeLqWYGCytsP8-k4xsYs4lFJ60jY8O8LDPjV15y7AX4xBkILsl7Zq90/s400/1946DecScreenRomancesAD-lg.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"> I was watching <em>The Judy Garland Show</em> today...again. Rich Little was one of the guests, and I discovered he wasn't as creepy when he was a young guy as he is an old man. (Who is?)<br /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#330033;">Anyway, that boy can do a heck of a lot of impressions. Which you all knew. Then it struck me-- I cannot. I mean, obviously I knew this for some time, but it's kind of a downer to consciously realize. My list of impressions can be counted on one hand. That is, if the hand in question is a relatively normal human hand, with at least 3 fingers. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">Basically, I can do:</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">1) Peter O'Toole<br />2) Jodie Foster (but only in Anna and the King)<br />3) The blind Muppet from <em>Muppet Treasure Island</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">Not too impressive, huh? Granted, my blind Muppet impersonation is just dandy, but still...<br />Ho hum. Any gifted celebrity impersonators out there?</span><br /><br /></div><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Dodging around other people's blogs, I've noticed serials seem to be all the rage. Which I wasn't too enthusiastic about, as I currently have none. While I was attempting to come up with a halfway clever idea for a series, I stumbled upon (no, not literally) this picture of Gene Tierney.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365167852231932482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidaMrU0zjNP-MS_A_tJhvOf_X4aBSbV7f9yZzdxr7AdwvjoJQsUOTJs9KJTendfz6Cmf0a65qLufRUTwRT2fGuqhCpncPL6E0Xfi1xQDlkfmvyZVZcPUFAW4viScPIcmKuo_E7v1nmISQ/s400/gene_tierney_no_makeup.jpg" border="0" />And something felt off, you know? Not quite right. At first I thought it was her lack of make-up, but after much (okay, a few seconds of) thought, knew that wasn't the case...she's still pretty gorgeous, after all. It was the socks.<br /><br />So there you have it, my series proposal. Sort of a backwards version of one of those "Celebrities-- They're Just Like Us!" you see so often in popular magazines.<br /><br />Worst case scenario: I run outta pictures, in which case I'll come up with an excuse and ask politely for your forgiveness. Sound good? ;)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#003333;">Was poking my nose around that WWBD site again, and came across a pretty cool (if Judy biased-- which is more than fine by me) survey. Warning: I'm pretty heavily obsessed with musicals, so if you're not...what are you doing here anyway? Scram. ;)</span><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>What is your favorite musical from the 1930s?</strong> <em>One Hour With You</em>...maybe. Eh, there's too much out there. </span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>From the 40s?</strong> Heck, you expect me to decide? Hm...anything Judy did, or <em>Good News.</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>From the 50s?</strong> <em>Lili, Gigi</em> or <em>Singin' in the Rain</em>.</span></p><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365177992487267490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkYdnYoGfoqMpHecm5QA7RoojVTNBkmpubkJhqrmt8SqRZx1XTpd9UBOGtZMyDFBy-Co9ookY6gPCk7IbPVfEGWaUkOv_kOjp8G3GCeQwjS6CqNEPYcjNOaQKh88fc8AZkspE1FKXu6WI/s400/lili-leslie-caron.jpg" border="0" /> </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>From the 60s?</strong> <em>Sweet Charity</em>. If I must. ;)<br /><br /></span><br /><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>From the 70s?</strong> <em>Cabaret.</em> Most definitely. What'd you think-- Fiddler? </span></p><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365173275313571074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAq747bSiJ_TzV7KgPy41eT_BgOERf2gEdz4c_L7zn52BXPqrfsPu7VNoLeC6tkrETha4PiQLycmkP9yElnquiFvj7oSV4oJGk2I4sN4Uvqof45I8kLpxX-NI7z50bN_-9_XtwKvYpcbU/s400/6o8.bmp" border="0" /><strong>From the 80s?</strong> <em>Victor/Victoria</em>. Not that there was a lot to choose from...<br /></span><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>From the 90s to today?</strong> Each time I watch <em>Chicago</em>, I'm more and more impressed.</span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Out of these, which is your favorite?</strong> Probably something Judy did...<em>Meet Me in St. Louis</em>, or <em>Easter Parade</em>.</span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Who are your favorite musical actors?</strong> Gordon McRae, Fred Astaire, Peter Lawford, Maurice Chevalier...</span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365180065788202050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2NxS5zH6vZtCvh6tYncvlXLIRcevx4sqcV85FGWBpXkX3X5yctPZ6rY7Eu-BnBbe8epZeAxFSYSnEPHQURQ0DOrP2EZKdgomqFqnQBK66agGU-Fxsbc_hYKr8nOFI66u3GwKcYnGjsgs/s400/UPLOADMAURICE.jpg" border="0" /><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Who are your favorite musical actresses?</strong> Judy Garland, Leslie Caron, Doris Day, Ginger Rogers, Virginia O'Brien...</span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Who are your favorite musical directors?</strong> Chuck Walters, Busby Berkeley, and Vincente Minnelli</span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Who are your favorite songwriters?</strong> Harold Arlen and Yip Harburg, Irving Berlin, Kander and Ebb.</span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Who are you favorite dancers?</strong> Ginger Rogers, Eleanor Powell, Fred Astaire, Ann Miller, Buddy Ebsen</span></p><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365180069144951154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qti6N3FvFkcYKJPnZOJLPqmqcjIF0vKj386WW_kNEDd6t-p_9Vr3xWDyNH0CBWfD5d2VsKIs7GibqVKZPCgUIltk1jjTc6uvSWgGWQo6kOjiWNviM-16kVJmU1yj8Yst1tMXzKdylsY/s400/UPLOAD.jpg" border="0" /> </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>What is your favorite showtune?</strong> Ooh, toughie. "How About You?" from <em>Babes on Broadway</em> or "Isn't This a Lovely Day?" from <em>Top Hat</em>. Seems I like my songs to be interrogatory...<br /><br /></span><br /><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>What is your favorite movie with Fred and Ginger?</strong> <em>Carefree</em>...or <em>Top Hat</em>...or <em>Swing Time</em>...or <em>The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle</em>...</span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>What is your favorite movie with Mickey and Judy?</strong> <em>Girl Crazy</em>. Mm-hm.</span></p><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365177999835953570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqaGYdjC0a6K15k48fHTnudn_bOxdiO8iWQRLyvMdsZUtamCUEOepWeY_2T0UELCt_FweYRYqS5jcN3BEkKVwsqR2E5jobK4VWJyCzH_NMXzVPB0urUjg7A3fgIjWGusM6H3-KWogcm-E/s400/PEN4452.jpg" border="0" /> </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>What is your favorite movie with Nelson and Jeanette?</strong> <em>Maytime</em>'s actually the only one I like. Nelson annoys me more than he did Jeanette.<br /><br /></span><br /><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>What is your favorite Judy Garland movie?</strong> <em>MMISL</em>. Or maybe <em>For Me and My Gal</em>.</span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>What is your favorite Gene Kelly movie?</strong> <em>For Me and My Gal</em> or <em>Singin' in the Rain</em>.</span></p><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365181014013353570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ncdmbyG8mujvZLXip9_n5HaElhKq2TYAzzv1LmwzDRhFhmBCFMtlNaecvIC_CzCpqefSSYp2Rm-fHnuuvVl-D8B5_VVtxWCjL8v3Q5pqQ-hiMT4RpmEwlIt6MEgOStuhwIyJd2SVT9c/s400/singin-in-the-rain-cyd.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>MGM or RKO? What?</strong> You can't do that. Both.</span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Pasternak or Freed Unit?</strong> Hahaha, that's allowed. Freed Unit, hands down.</span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Astaire or Kelly?</strong> Astaire.</span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365180075303788482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWaTKiHF7YhF0sO0b4mnr6ZM09nsBSOxqzCWrRexDd1vkwyN2Zg5ciE7IYzeaBLdZt5-upsb6DI_hv4tsfEFXOLc6AoJUf1xTAUXz7n452QzbiDdOVDRE7UXC_83Gr9ykyY4YHOWwcjkc/s400/UPLOADPIRATE.bmp" border="0" /><br /><strong>Howard Keel or Gordon McRae?</strong> Well, I never liked Howard Keel, so...</span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>June Allyson or Jane Powell?</strong> June, but both were good.</span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Barbra Streisand or Liza Minnelli?</strong> Oh c'mon! That's like Sophie's choice...only difference is I won't be choosing.</span></p><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365178006757099938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhke2VmF-mKiOI92zGutqi4VbGwRxeWpAYY3fXgKdrpGgu5QhtzYHJdgKZhZH0Mixy4NSj48mOVSzVE7386xvqmjc9TNV8yGHVGQjLlukCvVI7o42WgbuTvR4tOWNOyBhirKwIp2cn-5QE/s400/FG115.jpg" border="0" /> </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Mary Poppins or <em>The Sound of Music</em>?</strong> <em>Mary Poppins</em>.<br /><br /></span><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Julie Andrews as Poppins or Audrey Hepburn?</strong> To be fair, I've only seen one scene done by Andrews, so I'm afraid Hepburn has it.</span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>Favorite dance by Fosse?</strong> I'm cheating-- the one he choreographed for <em>Liza with a Z</em>..."Blackbird." But from a movie? "If My Friends Could See Me Now."</span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>What is your favorite aqua-musical?</strong> Hahaha, so this pretty much narrows it down to Esther Williams, huh? Yeah okay, <em>Million Dollar Mermaid</em>.</span></p><p><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>What is your favorite non-musical scene from a musical?</strong> Heck, I dunno....there are too many to choose from. I like all of Ginger's hypnosis scenes from <em>Carefree</em>, so we'll go with that.</span><br /><br /></p><p></p><br /><p><span style="color:#003333;">PS. I've always wanted to do this...</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365168101394885682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkAEKUijcCi7L-xD8MPcmUTDjTEpDoyVqZc_GNdFhFxR7WtsRNtm0mQ9JzoR8JzogrOS6CGMsND7hThMqp6YWPOX6nlTuIvOt-jFQyRZUNliSCiw8uOa9zSEKq93xp_pSZWBijRSrGXtw/s400/Cary-Grant-and-Audry-Hepburn-classic-movies-3739682-1024-768.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /></p>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-85018698748971498312009-07-31T10:03:00.000-07:002009-07-31T12:12:02.500-07:00Movies! Movies! Movies! and Gal of the Week<span style="color:#330033;">I'm going away to college soon, and still I've no idea which movies to take. I wanted at first to take my entire collection, but shudder at the thought of packing them away under my bed or something. They need to breathe. ;)</span><br /><div><div><div><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="color:#330033;">There are certain films in my possession that I view just once, but others I go to again and again-- even if I watch only certain scenes. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">I wonder what the difference is, of those movies. Instead of analyzing it (which would probably be somewhat interesting but rather difficult and time-consuming), I'm going to make a list of some movies I can watch over and over again. Less interesting for you maybe, but infinitely more fun for me. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364686893152162722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SgDksQvIVAWIwbkVg7EO6RKk5qwc5MDlSSTOrasz1idNca7Y08d3vywpOJgaPJ0aOjQVgTklKrQX6mNfNSFBXW1zC4Eqc57vaqjy-N349KgOZaWweUQlwNfRRDjETpcTTKqDD_GXqIw/s400/auntie_mame_posters.jpg" border="0" />1) <em>Auntie Mame</em><br /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#330033;">I don't know what it is about this movie (actually, I suppose I do-- Ros Russell) ...it's not my favorite film in the world, but it has this unique quality to it that makes it incredibly re-watchable. Which means it's grand in my book.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364688164738362498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_o6nviq9PP9ylBuYEVOuYEJNRMjwcv3r_tjJUjFaLFTjmnS03gqfOWM13hjUf80ttk12xZMfMYthJlBlh7OfWxKha_YnfRLtTcn-wfoyPEe47uAbzs6X8BSphJUWc8cVXdtD7kz9iuY/s400/dsd.jpg" border="0" /> 2) <em>Sybil </em><br /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#330033;">Oh the script! So much to choose from-- so many lines to quote! </span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">My personal favorite? "They were Sybil's tonsils, but my throat hurt too." </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364689162606247330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_hhtwLoqEAxCiAJ-xUbG8PNJTlpS4afV-rjeVosAUhSIS1_urOOsWqUzer52P_X9GVhFqAYPH5OWzqoA3FbjkZSEPhGlcDzYplnWCz0-mZFC_C3lTa0mDlTNRFmx_dhBiiro4-mQNSkU/s400/252812_1020_A.jpg" border="0" /> 3) <em>Paper Moon</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">This is the most dependable movie I know...no one I've ever shown it to has disliked it. Thank goodness.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364689936604575554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWM1aryXPz3sGjuLj5KICCFv2x3Nu-exCiilu0VCY4Dxs8H_mj411OsMlw4zZ49tTBqLSfr8CWmpS7rjCFqnbJzCZcUjDXk0_TZnMeaw7p00-FZWbSbL8E431LVDxQzvAkdGzKsbPEoVU/s400/Love_With_The_Proper_Stranger.jpg" border="0" /> 4) <em>Love with the Proper Stranger</em></span></div><div><em><span style="color:#330033;"></span></em> </div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">Steve McQueen is just adorable, especially near the end. Sometimes (and I don't blame her one bit) Natalie Wood is too much for me, but not in this one. </span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364689938704305634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAqH8T9bYIdX0iNZVyMrG5BjJL24Xa8n-f6biWtYBQLT5E42jD2pTtrWtKMhf2vyQxBzXJgyWlMhkP4kLB337_Y55rxRyVPirjMLSTY0dk26QjXeHVA8SIkGPGzyOEdFPveCbRQNpZh2g/s400/whats_up_doc.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">5) <em>What's Up Doc?</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">The first Barbra Streisand movie I ever saw. Which means it still holds a special place in my... collection. ;)</span></div><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364691510667127794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2j2JAJRGwABa7r42KUVWozC-gBo_9wAks155XGVyC0j24-zAr-RIgfSPawhojVJu46Fsv4i6bMeeyLkRgtEdTHIDgxc_zffoEhjdVlhHfjdHUvnQoxytlMqa55tBWAcDxl3_Speyk0ag/s400/143778.jpg" border="0" />6) <em>Easter Parade</em> </span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"><br /></span><div></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">Judy. Fred. Not to mention (though I'll do so anyway) the songs by Irving Berlin...like a gazillion of 'em.<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364691504694550546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZ-BtLwWlg4zaOQUmJ2MySrpgqxlEkMJ-318nUG9tPxtCUdIXaAyZiFicWhKxP1wqyJlTSPQvT_FzMKFbQXU8ZsmDdsF2eRyuyGGaDCB0C946l5uvdxWiDHOz4LAgrPaA58YQP9Lj3wc/s400/174194~Stage-Door-Posters.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">7) <em>Stage Door</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">The movie that started my Ginger obsession. Oh, I owe it all to this one. Kind of odd that Kate and Mr. Menjou look so close on the poster.<br /></span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364691520551326530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWY-6a6lMELmLF8VYzxZwAdOPivUTMjYZL9y_VnN29ehS3PO4iZRjZVo7YZMneZW_F8QkBKUXqoc-3IaKmSLMCzxiFFBTBAImTL_-duf7ipgLf_d2nrM-2SPdWeHU09J-Q-dxSbslT8A0/s400/Movie%2520Poster%2520Gone%2520With%2520The%2520Wind%2520Clark%2520Gable%2520Vivian%2520Leigh.jpg" border="0" /> 8) <em>Gone With the Wind</em><br /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#330033;">I don't even think I'm capable of explaining my love for this movie. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364691523900633442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ0dHFnFOLLScHKHu0S6eysIGn5WzxCwyFJPMXnEwZSWKOcsAqsqPbwKaAC9-DdtXXGmTm7ckMPlHN5GJtoq05sMh9ZeNaetTzXbjORfUfrdxFIGsF1ZGde2hj_kQgohIAzaHuJZ1Tl-Y/s400/wait_until_dark.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#330033;">9) <em>Wait Until Dark</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">When I was littler, Audrey Hepburn was tops as far as I was concerned. This one and Charade made me fall for old movies.<br /></span></div><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364694485200936466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 411px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr_tALdxsOt1m4qx48wduLBDKy5l8mh2zUPZYYl7WneIzyDpEr5JY99Y4uCzOGFfkZDSKaoWPVr6O2hCjjtd9E8H5l93PKVW7fsGj8oEIX2aJGtabOHDHcqAoLdhqtiT5sfRqhzc1lEBU/s400/the-little-girl-who-lives-down-the-lane.jpg" border="0" />10) <em>The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane</em><br /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#330033;">For this list, it was a toss up between this and Freaky Friday. Guess I'm feeling dark today, huh?<br /></span></div><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364694494247043682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Njjzsdlby3T_SuTbHysjAgNUK9UjnKnaGallqNEBr9m-67WAyvMgvRsrTjD0Hfj4u9r1MsxYnixno7WZ4WfnPvgymop2Sugrvj6BMZyLuC5DA_OY8fRQdL_PK9cJWAVvTni1WouLGac/s400/Hushhush.jpg" border="0" />11) <em>Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte</em><br /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#330033;">Might just be a matter of opinion, but this one's oodles better than What Ever Happened to Baby Jane, yeah? </span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364694488522016002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5-ZVo74zZhNXNSmHgORk0-bAdXQTTyqEaQADXniYIPStyySkYtPwYLPXbKIHIX8iNLTajwh1Mkp8YE4qKx0flDcYfjxlpi0_AHrSnNkU4nuf9bC5_MUKZBF8hergFlS1LYxBWpSv0k4A/s400/459184_1020_A.jpg" border="0" />12) <em>Romance on the High Seas</em><br /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#330033;">Doris Day's first movie, also with my hero, Oscar Levant, who once said he knew Doris "before she was a virgin." </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364696239725027778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 410px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNHTepPTrIVbEyfAMoiUd5lmymnEiAcmKPC1LHd9KxwHNGDowjbRtS_uYPPVkA8FXRrxJrmwEk8mDuPDbOTW2IR4W8ElC8ZQSm47q5RWoPmTdHmnhp3sZOp3mw9xnjTfZ_WbtYNsXTg8w/s400/l_24998_0037008_f4c7c70c.jpg" border="0" /> </span><div><span style="color:#330033;">13) <em>Laura </em><br /><br />Never tire of this one. Clifton Webb's performance near the end always freaks me out tremendously. I think I like it.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364696245029503698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjclJWq6EESnBba6ANwNfwy2Mxcn5ehGuZ26x9v3dEMeWsXrGdMqlnB6Oy6QBOHRthXq34ZEqlb6Gk4B-UgxkdHbnNO_-W8Spv-S7nYHecL6k2RdcAzaiv1X1wR0PxfblcZFLQd1P0snU/s400/clueless_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" /> 14) <em>Clueless </em><br /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#330033;">C'mon, there had to be one pick on here like this, right?<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364694493302378946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ZKYhyHCtXkj7qY6wvSUWv8L1wpgrEsMINiiV9T4MMXSMliH9PMzHGNPOpBgUdTIf2W17nertir4eUP-x1dieKqIb46rTp4mDn444-pgF49h0q9K2N5xv90Q3C8U3XPX8TPLzF977G0M/s400/143798_1020_A.jpg" border="0" />15) <em>The Heiress</em> </span></div></div><div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">Each time I watch it, I'm more impressed with Olivia de Havilland's performance. Good stuff.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">As for the gal in the title of this post, this week it's...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364701094709904370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZrG0xnmjybZDuZB8H_BIgOdxHBlIU2uitKeegsqQyCyxlqGoqYxW1XtKIR0m4260df4xtICnq0gauq9FcYlPd9KvE0U8GkTlSJ7GyN2fKBDa4D3br6wI84lHCk6iIBr-2koy-15Bd3CI/s400/USEjulie.jpg" border="0" /> Julie London<br /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#330033;">1) Because Amanda Cooper from </span><a href="http://noodleinahaystack.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>A Noodle in a Haystack</strong></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"> mentioned her in a post and </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">2) ...because who else has such groovy (yeah, groovy) album covers? </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ApkoBmEGhfjnU2izMbTXwdnvdE8jB723OBU12gnsQag-QBTcFVacAPdqbcQym4dfuBDn9d1Acf5_A80qxzd38nw6kKy_x8kkoCU0W02vOuIEVeOmQ99d2WUkiclqIk4zAgMinr-qEl0/s1600-h/JLalbum4.bmp"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfmm98ZhncQfPYu-yhydZzZ3qEL6nHgbcL2KZn-MRz-kiq9w3ti0PnQ4TbqS2ck76w6rYBAC5CZuXQykRPmI0MwWPwd0U05Aqh_TmY1WA-efi9AK4D4gfPQexA1N9l3SSjUPc8tSGNWmU/s1600-h/JLalbum3.bmp"></a></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi02P7R3DkqNCRbgTWumC8qzMgCyUoAe_ThyxZZx86EqSeNSuwCoH7hP7ibcFSawau3DEnGMfS50FBpnP-Woj0whq8abtMBMGZj8LYLm4777zTAwzXYCmvmpTSEYh8Z5y4yUF2dYYkAprg/s1600-h/JLalbum4.bmp"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364701114196277282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi02P7R3DkqNCRbgTWumC8qzMgCyUoAe_ThyxZZx86EqSeNSuwCoH7hP7ibcFSawau3DEnGMfS50FBpnP-Woj0whq8abtMBMGZj8LYLm4777zTAwzXYCmvmpTSEYh8Z5y4yUF2dYYkAprg/s400/JLalbum4.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfDvhVwppys0OeuqZMSV5iWJGN-N8h82AuvHfPWFxvdwXOTxFkE0xUMxFvsoWNo7nTCiiucbc7e1rtml7xt0cYBmQds4q96CcWvbpD8tnP_nCypLUzh0JZKCZpdY1tOcZ8iXOqDYEYnYk/s1600-h/JLalbum3.bmp"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364701105168462626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfDvhVwppys0OeuqZMSV5iWJGN-N8h82AuvHfPWFxvdwXOTxFkE0xUMxFvsoWNo7nTCiiucbc7e1rtml7xt0cYBmQds4q96CcWvbpD8tnP_nCypLUzh0JZKCZpdY1tOcZ8iXOqDYEYnYk/s400/JLalbum3.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"><br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIhZBwVOdnszE1wO0NFzMBvdPVzKPvThyGigsW3eI95_MPxXWFRnR8suleYYG8_Hb_CPeYsPAx7LL4uAVg-w6pvy9QPZHtryA0SlRvBY0WaSvywWhK1-l6gf9OeRjVCBcmPTLzb9sNjKc/s1600-h/JLalbum2.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364701099481164706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIhZBwVOdnszE1wO0NFzMBvdPVzKPvThyGigsW3eI95_MPxXWFRnR8suleYYG8_Hb_CPeYsPAx7LL4uAVg-w6pvy9QPZHtryA0SlRvBY0WaSvywWhK1-l6gf9OeRjVCBcmPTLzb9sNjKc/s400/JLalbum2.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"><br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxw4EqafVgtE46MzMNzjyL7TT5S8M5d2L8iZm-I-Z00fgtETv29_G-hFS68y73B94dzfPhYWlVrfBX-YmPTSoMdUNya2k9qTyMnOd8zD118wzneKmQuGvlGl8CAyUa3HBtkix63N0oo0/s1600-h/JLalbum1.bmp"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364701097794144690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxw4EqafVgtE46MzMNzjyL7TT5S8M5d2L8iZm-I-Z00fgtETv29_G-hFS68y73B94dzfPhYWlVrfBX-YmPTSoMdUNya2k9qTyMnOd8zD118wzneKmQuGvlGl8CAyUa3HBtkix63N0oo0/s400/JLalbum1.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"><br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglIzZYFwCt7CbR24CAn3Q7_qnrkG8CI7obfKp3KdGWMTmAiC2Qn1Udm-72rqXxNWSmFQRfX5mWd9q_GKT8BS6jdhgeIL86hTRWP6Uwk67jXjSgI3H4bQHVMsyAxOZIjol17nzQ1I6zgks/s1600-h/JLalbum2.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgspoiObwLSW2rXr_UFSEvygk7rEnuUtpCDDxpw3N-eggQO5fUdx-R7wt-VhqeboCXT51g0Fw-VmkqDhKgyWZCE_hm_Zrra5rv9SA_5-una1ZgVYjHBOanPLafp5KCqrMXti4X9t6RCge4/s1600-h/JLalbum1.bmp"></a><span style="color:#330033;">That was a rhetorical question, by the way. ;) </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-8810101971079405792009-07-27T16:11:00.001-07:002009-07-28T13:01:40.460-07:00Now with 50 percent more needless pictures!<span style="color:#330033;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363526227849220258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3NoVMFdaqR4xfxm3NeGbQvGdGoDsIxlq8wjy1_W9QLJ33NrWKr9WLeO-NlNN4Z32P4VLsw0hJUXtnLuNER5YC2USs72K4_BFjTOAwBZ0mSLKWPc1_J_wPKXTqgAET01HUXxnqQODRYc/s400/Pic5Louise.JPG" border="0" /> <em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;">Louise Brooks: Pistol Packin' Mama</span></em><br /></span><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">I learned two new words yesterday..."garrote" and "kabal." Also did some research on Erica Jong, who is a psycho, and Marge Piercy, who is not. Then I was reminded of Looking for Mr. Goodbar (for some reason, shady feminist writing almost always makes me think of Diane Keaton), thus spent some time researching that as well. All in all a productive day, as far as summer days go. I adore days like that...just reading about arbitrary topics and learning. I think William Desmond Taylor is my favorite go-to topic, but the gal who offed herself on TV --Christine something-- gets an honorable mention. Even when I was little I enjoyed researching...mainly conspiracy theories and Jim Jones and all that contentious jazz. Ah well, it passes one's time. </span></div><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363524610240475010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4h8vt_rzlLZPdWtwhHTdA2cXvbtaUV7YGq6bQU-FS1SIKuJ-VGROVwmzs2XdHbwCXWiWFV-sQPx4-e77MyNlVmafo_ENbxWhmhUPU8p-jRqE5tZSsgTVAgJpgie4pJKpXV4LeKgTAp4/s400/kyfteam.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"> Esther Williams and her sisters. Or maybe not.</span></em><br /></span><div><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Speaking of attempts to pass the time, I've been trying to write another short story. But it's always difficult to start, because names are so terribly hard to invent. Either you're trying too hard or not hard enough. My names always sound put-on, almost too perfect...detectives names from the forties or something (think: Sam Spade). </span></div><div><br /><span style="color:#330033;">I'm not sure either if it should be a girl or boy, man or woman, etc. If it's a female, people will automatically assume it's me. If it's a guy, they'll take it that I'm doing one of those gender swap deals...y'know, putting one's traits to the opposite sex. There's no winning...or perhaps I'm just paranoid. It's because of that quote, that anything in art is a narrative, whether we want it to be one or not. That really has influenced the way I write (or don't write, ha-ha). I was toying with the name Rue, but it's too unique. No one in life is named that, only people in stories. People in life are named Jessica or something. Ho hum.</span></div><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363524971346449522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTrEREKAIbHDGXfl_K48wAiccoGDdf6lAxBO8hpS_Odq9z-RFjpz-kHEu55v49BbHfRgTDEzXXpdcqIs8Is83PoWIUrX3QAjs3cFdsgpCAhNdbz-nZhPcOT1OTzdywoL5eqtFICADwiUo/s400/Pic1ANITA.JPG" border="0" /> <em><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#336666;">Jean Harlow about to get whacked by Anita Loos.</span> </span></em><br /></span><div><br /><span style="color:#330033;">I don't really know what'd make me happy now. I'm restless, but don't want to go anywhere, do anything. I want to be still...sit, write. Forget about whatever. But the thing is-- I've nothing to forget, not really. I'm not troubled or plagued by any malady, physical or otherwise. What's a normal girl to do?</span></div><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363525928653123058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkHSei58toJ8WebIyiE5iZG2R7C2siZVoargMO5tSFQ7ff3bqHVnBxI4opH-eltjpwqH6cnrOlIVaDj-S8X519T15815iFlig5hYBbKJvA_mnR-RZiDI7_9a-9tUeeSL5XxhTSsmZHdY/s400/Pic4Judy.JPG" border="0" /> </span><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;">Fred, Ginger, and Judy...judging by costumes, about 1948.</span></em><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">Oh! I know...I was thinking earlier (oh really?) and tried to make a list of things (actors and actresses, what have you) I've never really "gotten into," as they say. Funny thing is, I can totally see myself becoming interested with these names in say, a year or so. But I guess I shall have to wait and see. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></div><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363527326961326866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-fbvxrTnbBgX-oFAqvf4ZQagWz0x2J8F7W3-NufOy5Svj8BXS6XniCUE-42jZhFHH3qgWjshhNJrlyqoGTZWLv9Rm2Qscl-QnVjBbMV20-oY8YN8LUc4HaY3hWtAzKQv1zuyaSDY25PY/s400/Pic6Marx.bmp" border="0" /><br />First off: The Marx Brothers. Hear me out...I've been willing...wanting to see something of theirs, but every time I ask someone what would be best to start with, I get a different answer. I was thinking Duck Soup, but then some chump down the street told me A Night at the Opera was better. Then, another kid gave me the idea to start with a lousy one (well, not lousy, but you know) so all the others'd seem better by comparison. So I thought maybe The Big Store. It does have Virginia O'Brien after all. But that one doesn't seem to be available. So I ask you...which would be best?</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363528601411019922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZY6RJvHWTDFawxGmB74oAEsKeEo-lOSZdemBdcz4a9g0U_1jm1Y8ryJgOzNhb2kl5gNubzMQUG0jxvpFsGWf4tcsKdUdC9f1XkvNU2tneFfUzZPfI1s5qFr4XNuetaa3zXQWaLyHJxE/s400/Pic10INGRID.bmp" border="0" /><br />Next is Ingrid Bergman. Sorry, I know she's "mahhvelous," I just never knew why. Then again, I've only seen the more famous stuff she's done plus The Bells of St. Mary's. I've never disliked her, just haven't gone wild over anything she's done either. And for that I blame Christopher Andersen, the guy who wrote An Affair to Remember (the book, not the movie) about Tracy and Hepburn. He said some things about Bergman that didn't rub me in quite the right way, so there you have it. As I said earlier, though, I'm sure my mind will change...as soon as I watch the right movie. In fact, I can see the Ingrid thing turning into a full blown obsession. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363530725034463538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEKL-jYeMsE_dH8Z7DSKC0I90LvYo0LzoqGpHZNp1Ha3DYE5ZPEZT0SkfFyiFpGvAQG18IG34F838r6ialOHgj81WY3H4Y3OuRivyjaNfEiZhfJK4AEX3wbVjYSwl3V8IP7Swy9d2_f84/s400/Pic11Myrna.bmp" border="0" /><br />Then there's Myrna Loy, though I can see now she won't be on this list very long. As soon as I thought of her, I YouTube'd (Is that a verb? I'm making it a verb.) her name...she seems likeable enough, but I have a feeling I'll have to view some of her earlier stuff before I make up my mind. I've always liked the Thin Man series, but more for William Powell than anything. We'll see, I suppose. :) </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363531599914828018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQGH_73TDUM3tH-MTouQwcCE75wxhyphenhyphen8D1BM4h6MD0vS78r_WW_PDiuvCF2CKWN43kR6feKz6S-JaOH6KfmtZS4hkEfWkUgn2ogxDzt0jEHwBfVSsOHILTzexSoP9OuJTyOrfX8ft7iRA/s400/Pic13Marlene.jpg" border="0" /><br />Marlene Dietrich finishes off the list...for now, at least. I've seen her in Judgment at Nuremberg, Witness for the Prosecution, and Destry Rides Again. 'Fraid I know who's influenced me in this case too-- Judy Garland. Judy made me like oh so many people....Jack Jones, Martha Raye, even Mickey. Fortunately, she's only made me dislike two. Unfortunately, however, one of those two is Marlene Dietrich. But like I said, I can be quite fickle about stuff like this, so maybe The Blue Angel will change my mind. Your guess is as good as mine. Close, anyway.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.booksattransworld.co.uk/minisites/barbra/popquiz.html">http://www.booksattransworld.co.uk/minisites/barbra/popquiz.html</a><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Took this little quiz and got 26 correct. And no, I didn't look 28 up, you silly online quiz-judge, you.</span>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-35968619688332234622009-07-26T17:01:00.000-07:002009-07-27T17:00:57.415-07:00Obsession is not too strong a word...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj88SkwyXbcIGEPp3n2j0-1TqPB3LO2VLfD7gAF8Dklq_SMOilmhZslKSYzBF2FsqipLkm697YDI4tErjRwWuvWJecApY21uLmM4N0sBJNqSLkcRg15aUYLEPN3nCe09ruVzd-xEKgEgHE/s1600-h/lind3.bmp"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362947690186464178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 368px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj88SkwyXbcIGEPp3n2j0-1TqPB3LO2VLfD7gAF8Dklq_SMOilmhZslKSYzBF2FsqipLkm697YDI4tErjRwWuvWJecApY21uLmM4N0sBJNqSLkcRg15aUYLEPN3nCe09ruVzd-xEKgEgHE/s400/lind3.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><br /></span><div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I've been trying (oh, alright, I've just started trying) to think up the people I'm more or less (more! more!) obsessed with. Ouch, prepositions can hurt, huh? I'll try again.<br /><br />I've recently attempted to create a list of people whom...with...oh dear. You get the picture, I think. People with whom I'm obsessed. Yeah?<br /><br />Anyway, Judy Garland was first, natch. Then Ginger, William Powell, Barbara Stanwyck, Bette Davis, and Sally Field (just humor me for a second, 'kay? ;) )<br /><br />And then, of course, there are the people who have very little (or nothing) to do with movies. Edith Beale the younger, Dorothy Parker, Patty Hearst, and Tiny Tim. That made ten... a nice, round number.<br /><br />So darn it all, Linda Darnell...you just had to make it eleven, didn't you?<br /><br />I'm afraid it took me 19 long years to see <em>A Letter to Three Wives</em>, though I shouldn't count the first ten or so...I wasn't really conscious until age nine or ten, I think.<br /><br />Anyway, I saw it last week. And again he next day. And then I watched that nice, if extraordinarily depressing A&E bio of Linda Darnell. And I was hooked (Ask Amazon-- they know). Oh well, I guess I could always clear more shelf room. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362951787138317442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 392px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFr2svge19AYcU-xle6P4pV0xK078aubrPQYWYLJfjXeMji6Gv1GvPX_LHDmRwjDZrIQwIpRQTednMHrlnyhCvnT582MEdj-d_-rCERRPqiSXFRqf3HN_Vy-CaeDv7P2DGCWNZYtKYzuk/s400/liinda2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">(Psst..does anyone know the deal between Linda and Otto Preminger?)<br /><br />EDIT: Evidently Preminger gave Darnell a hard time on <span style="font-style: italic;">Forever Amber...</span>but that's still too vague for me. :)<br /><br />EDIT 2 (A P.P.S., if you will)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cef-S3oXSuA&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cef-S3oXSuA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></span></div></div>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738264750699624435.post-87203743499214792252009-07-21T20:43:00.000-07:002009-07-21T20:58:51.341-07:00Miscellany<span style="color:#330033;">So, today I am tired, and therefore this blog post will take neither time nor effort. Cool, huh?<br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGbUwYhjycj2Wmbn4Wbz9o0g22Y9UFYbCLGVztr1eLTI94tXFa-BX1n0a0LwcRWO4HFBiah532RF6GGTA0qorWQemLRLJjeq7AuU-e0kYK9poBn6reRfrcOXTSQV4GWs5SwGAp2DO0Qhk/s1600-h/GingerAccordion2.JPG"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361126824495507474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGbUwYhjycj2Wmbn4Wbz9o0g22Y9UFYbCLGVztr1eLTI94tXFa-BX1n0a0LwcRWO4HFBiah532RF6GGTA0qorWQemLRLJjeq7AuU-e0kYK9poBn6reRfrcOXTSQV4GWs5SwGAp2DO0Qhk/s400/GingerAccordion2.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"><br />Ginger plays the accordion. Who knew? ;)<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAxqAcgP_skZ1kfgED-Ayizo9lXp2gZhCb4shQvHoXSVAqc7eI0a8y-CyUAOHhRKjHSvw_G06SAGh9mJUFZ0OtSjs4_OqPIg6Bt7gZnYrSYr8raJLw81U67tTsG1-bP8t1QX5bniB6UJk/s1600-h/ronniewitch.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361125835396818386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAxqAcgP_skZ1kfgED-Ayizo9lXp2gZhCb4shQvHoXSVAqc7eI0a8y-CyUAOHhRKjHSvw_G06SAGh9mJUFZ0OtSjs4_OqPIg6Bt7gZnYrSYr8raJLw81U67tTsG1-bP8t1QX5bniB6UJk/s400/ronniewitch.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"><br />Veronica Lake at her home in Baltimore. Ah, fooled ya. It's a publicity shot from <em>I Married a Witch</em>, which was the first movie with Miss Lake I had the pleasure of seeing.</span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#330033;">Hat of the Day.<br /></span></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkE3VUeoSMyNdGuKc48ALIThZeUhRmCgIwu-7hB_tkqa08k-2tvta3XbymGoiawn17f8o4lQ4oe3SCYbYfJdtD2ZX7SOAlXaBXIWoIk3jIPcBMrxy4oVnqFPaRrJ-TyCnz0fanEYrJPZ8/s1600-h/lesliecaronhat.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361125535487527954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkE3VUeoSMyNdGuKc48ALIThZeUhRmCgIwu-7hB_tkqa08k-2tvta3XbymGoiawn17f8o4lQ4oe3SCYbYfJdtD2ZX7SOAlXaBXIWoIk3jIPcBMrxy4oVnqFPaRrJ-TyCnz0fanEYrJPZ8/s400/lesliecaronhat.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"> This one, worn by the generally chic Leslie Caron.<br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF53SkQBQb4ymjZy7i7jYjJv6amUxqKXFxGUtkTO5P38fQt2_H0TXivrW1F8DZecXleQm-uztA6af8BudP4C8xSkg5YrOzI2o0hzzolR3vio13Edor5MfAaVWqxNQlw5trqGhILt-Gyg4/s1600-h/MAYBE.JPG"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361127250272723810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF53SkQBQb4ymjZy7i7jYjJv6amUxqKXFxGUtkTO5P38fQt2_H0TXivrW1F8DZecXleQm-uztA6af8BudP4C8xSkg5YrOzI2o0hzzolR3vio13Edor5MfAaVWqxNQlw5trqGhILt-Gyg4/s400/MAYBE.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#330033;"><br />Random picture. Yes, that's me. With a knife. Don't worry, kids, I'm harmless. Unless you resemble bread.<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">Psst...I used'ta confuse Kay Francis with Kay Medford, aka the mom in <em>Funny Girl</em>. Oops?</span> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div>Juliette.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02779055836350808401noreply@blogger.com5