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Showing posts with label Hitchcock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hitchcock. Show all posts

03 August 2009

Then again, maybe not.

Well I did it...finally chose which movies to take with my to the university.

Of my movies (http://juliette713.dvdaf.com/owned and http://juliette713.dvdaf.com/owned/classics, respectively), I selected 56 of 'em. Well, 51...the others aren't really "movies."

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?)....

The 39 Steps
All About Eve
Amelie
Babes in Arms
Babes on Broadway
Bachelor Mother
Bella
Bonnie and Clyde
Breakfast at Tiffany's
Bringing Up Baby
Cabaret
City Lights
Clueless
Double Indemnity
Easter Parade
Enter the Dragon
The Ex-Mrs. Bradford
For Me and My Gal
Freaks
Freaky Friday (1976)
Girl Crazy
Gigi
Gone With the Wind
Grey Gardens
Heathers
How to Marry a Millionaire
The Lady Eve
The Lady Vanishes
The Last Picture Show
Laura
Lili
The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane
The Love Parade
Marked Woman
Meet Me in St. Louis
The Moon Spinners
Night of the Hunter
On a Clear Day You Can See Forever
Paper Moon
Singin' In the Rain
Splendor in the Grass
Strictly Ballroom
Strike Up the Band
Sybil
Tammy and the Bachelor
Top Hat
The Umbrellas of Cherbourg
Up the Sandbox
Wait Until Dark
What's Up Doc?
Woman of the Year
Mary Pickford: A PBS Documentary
Liza Minnelli at Radio City Music Hall
The Judy Garland Show, vol. I
Gidget: The Complete Series
Arrested Development: The Complete Series

Yea? Nay? How could you forget insert film title here Juliette, you stupid git?


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!


Ginger. Dig those shades.


Doris, at home.


Kate, on the set of Sylvia Scarlett. I assume. ;)


Rita and Orson, bullfighting. Nearly.


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.


And a very happy birthday to Miss Jean Hagen. A gifted comedienne, but also a whiz at dramatics.

11 July 2009

My Man Hitch


Earlier this evening my parents, sister, brother-in-law, friend and I attended a show at the Mystery Cafe. It was "South by Southeast," and (as you can probably guess) it blended the highlights of Hitchcock into one production. It was pretty dandy, and it inspired me to create this list of my 5 favorite Hitchcock movies. So, drum roll please and let's begin.


5) Notorious. Terrifically engrossing thriller with Cary Grant and Ingrid Bergman. This accomplishes what Hitchcock's Suspicion did not. Cary's character is more fully developed than the earlier film, which was wonderful. It's lovely in black and white, and seems a more serious movie than ma y of his others, if that makes sense.




4) Rear Window. Yeah, okay, really this ties for third, but there's no mercy in blogs. Or so I'm told. Anyhoo, this one's grand. A really cool, somewhat claustrophobic movie, you know? Grace Kelly and Jimmy Stewart do wonderfully, and Thelma Ritter (she was in everything!) is great as the caretaker. My only problem was that the climax didn't last too long, but it was nevertheless grand.





3) Frenzy. One of his most graphic movies made a bit after Psycho, Frenzy would be Hitchcock's second-to-last movie. I actually prefer it to Psycho, probably because the ending of this one wasn't ruined for me. Two enthusiastic thumbs up. ;)



2) Dial M for Murder. My favorite ever Grace Kelly film. The color is lovely, and the atmosphere is heavy. After just having seen The Major and the Minor, I was definitely not expecting Ray Milland's character to be so....well, you know, nasty and all. Pretty great viewing.




1) The Lady Vanishes. Ah, it's marvelous. It's much (much!) lighter than his later movies, but this one's my favorite by far. It's the movie that made me a fan of both Michael Redgrave and Margaret Lockwood. The ending is a bit silly today, but I still adore it.

09 July 2009

Musings, vol. I

Just some jumbled thoughts coupled with pictures I found interesting. I apologize in advance for using personal pronouns entirely too much and for being a dreadful bore in general.


It's terribly windy out tonight. Wind always makes me feel as if I'm going out of my mind. Coupled with the word-amnesia (shucks-- there’s a word for that but I can never remember what...oh, the irony) and recent insomnia makes for one tired and cluttered Juliette.

Grace Kelly, on set of something...The Country Girl?

Oh, I forgot to tell you about the brilliant idea I had. Actually, I suppose I forgot to tell myself. Last night at, oh, I’d say six or so (that’s a.m., dear), I awoke with a marvelous idea. I was going to write it down, when suddenly my subconscious (curse it forever) told my conscious self that I had already done so. My conscious self doubted this for a bit, then finally relented and went to sleep. Which turned out poorly, as now I’m unable to recall even a bit of it. So I beg of you subconscious-- if you know the whereabouts of this idea...by all means, let me know.


Hitch and actress Anny Ondra

Emma Brockes can be quite the little philosopher when she puts her mind to it...

“The difference between an interest and a passion is that an interest works on you from the outside in, whereas a passion works the other way around-- from the inside out. This is why people see their passions reflected in every surface, every circumstance.”

Lovely little quote, huh? I thought so.


Golly I hope this game still exists...

I’ve never much liked DVD commentaries by the director. It seems redundant. Isn’t the film supposed to be their commentary-- their statement on or about a situation? Some commentaries are enjoyable, though. Liza’s on The Band Wagon, for instance. That one was swell, but then again perhaps I’m biased. A little. A lot.

All day long I’ve had “In My Merry Oldsmobile” stuck in my head. Not that I mind.


Greta Garbo posing with the USC track team in 1926.

I think I shall begin writing letters. Not here, I mean, but to people on "the outside," aka real life. I was reading some of Flannery O'Connor's letters and noticed that she too writes a lot. An awful lot. A heck of a lot. By "a lot," I mean frequently, you know? I've always thought it was cool in biographical films when they'll have someone read the letters that particular person wrote to another. Just the feeling that you mattered enough to someone else that they thought to save your writing. Pretty neat, huh?

Young Bette Davis Eyes.

I can be a very stupid person, really. But I've gotten to know myself well enough to laugh it off. Like, I know I go through phases (should be pretty clear right now as I gaze at my "Barbra shelf"...ack) and I can laugh at that. I'm a flake too, but I don't much mind that. I'm distant and many times prefer to be alone. I'm no recluse, but I could happily be a cloistered nun...ah, scratch that, I love my family too much. I'm not neurotic, and have gotten over the time of finding neuroses particularly glamourous. Mainly. I'd still kill for a case of DID (kidding...ish), but otherwise it's better. When I fear something I generally avoid it. Whenever I think my writing has gotten too serious or self-indulgent, I throw in a phrase or two to shift focus...man alive this is getting long. I'm spent.

08 July 2009

Photo(s) of the Day

As you most likely did not know, I've been running (is that the word?) another website until just recently. It was a bore, which was one reason I stopped publishing it. Anyhow, there were quite a few "photo of the day" posts there, so to save time (mine and yours) I'll put them here.
Swell, huh?


The first Ginger Rogers movie I had the pleasure of seeing was Stage Door. If you haven't seen it-- it's fabulous. Beyond that. Often though, people seem to overlook it for The Women, a movie made in 1939 that captured the attitude but not really the mood or magic of Stage Door.

Anyway, that's the one that made me a fan. After that, I bought Carefree, which has Ginger paired with Fred Astraire. It's not one of their most musical movies--it has only three or four songs--but it's pretty terrific to see Ginger chasing Fred for a change.
As it stands now, Ginger's one of my favorite actresses. At first I didn't think she was particularly attractive, but now she seems like a sort of blonde Vivien Leigh...especially about the mouth. Anyway, above is a link to see her first appearance on What's My Line. Fun stuff.

*Honorable mentions go to The Major and the Minor, with Ray Milland, and Bachelor Mother, a neat little comedy co-starring David Niven.

When I was younger...oh, about 10, I had no real interest in Doris Day. I thought her too nice for her own good. Then, a few years later, I saw the movie Antz. Hold on, I'm getting there. Anyway, at the end of Antz there was a song called "High Hopes," sung by, would you believe it, Miss Doris Day.

Long story short, I saw everything of hers I could...including this picture-- ain't it a kick?

For non-fans (that is, non-fans as of right now), try Romance on the High Seas. She plays a club singer and does a great job...not a normal role for her, as this character's a bit more, let's say, willing, than most of hers. If you're not much for musicals....get out of here. Or, try Alfred Hitchcock's The Man Who Knew Too Much. But make sure it's the later version, otherwise you're liable to hate me. And we wouldn't want that.

Oh Rita. Oh Orson. Oh why couldn't it have worked? Oh, abuse. Maybe. Either way, they were quite the cool coupling in the forties.
Orson Welles is known for directing what AFI calls the "most historically influential film" ever, Citizen Kane. I like Citizen Kane, but prefer his later noir Touch of Evil, with Janet Leigh.
I first saw Rita Hayworth in Gilda (who didn't?) and thought she was fabulous (ditto). After that, I went on to watch Cover Girl and Pal Joey. So she didn't sing.
This picture's from the set of The Lady from Shanghai, which is another really good one. And how cool is her hair?

The first time I saw Leslie Caron (in An American in Paris, her first film), I wan't too impressed. I loved her "introduction" scene, but otherwise the character just didn't do it for me, probably because there wasn't much character there.

I much preferred her in the musical Lili, which is a delight (ever heard the song "Hi Lili, Hi Lo"? It's marvelous). I was apprehensive about watching Gigi at first...I'd always thought Audrey should've gotten it. Then I found out it was the Freed Unit's last MGM big-production musical, so of course I had to watch. Brilliant.

Leslie Caron's always great with character, making each one she plays her very own. Father Goose and Fanny are two more of hers I'd recommend.

She's one of a very few leading ladies from the Golden Age to continue acting today, and she's just swell.

So, are we all agreed that Judy Garland was indeed the greatest entertainer of the twentieth century? Cool, that's good to know.
I saw Meet Me in St. Louis when I was five or so, and loved it, but didn't really become interested (okay, obsessed) with Judy Garland until I about twelve years later. If you haven't, see Easter Parade. And For Me and My Gal. And A Star is Born. And Presenting Lily Mars. Ooh, and The Clock. Heck, they're all really, really good, even for people who insist they "can't stand musicals," the big saps.

Annnd...Joan Crawford's nice too. :)

Really, check out A Woman's Face and Mildred Pierce. I never really got into Joan Crawford until just recently...I'd preferred Bette Davis all my life (and still do), but Joan has some great parts as well. Sad that she's known mainly for...oh, you know.
Above: Joan Crawford gives Judy an engagement present.