CineSage_jr

"Mating of Millie?" For a minute, I thought you were referring to George H.W. and Barbara Bush's dog.

I still think this movie is very good, but I have always wished a more interesting and spirited actress had been cast in The Westerner instead of Doris Davenport. Director William Wyler pleaded with Sam Goldwyn to let him cast his wife, Margaret Tallichet, an excellent actress, as Jane, but the studio chief was adamant in his desire that Davenport (in Wyler's view, pretty but inadequate) be given the female lead, probably because Goldwyn thought she could be groomed as a star he'd then have under contract (which wouldn't have been the case with Tallichet). Fortunately, the film revolves so memorably around the Cole Harden-Roy Bean axis, the former's having to cope with befriending a monster; Cole's romance with Jane is a decidedly tangential aspect to the story (Cole's chicanery vis-a-vis the lock of Jane's hair he passes off as Lillie Langtry's being Jane's chief function in the film).

TWENTIETH CENTURY was the first true "screwball comedy"; IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT doesn't even qualify as an example of the genre, its being a far more traditional romantic comedy of the type Hollywood had made for years (and continues to make, though with notably less and less success).

Far more importantly, TCM only seems to have the U.S. cut of the film (91 mins.), drastically shorter than the original 115-minute U.K. version. Find a full-length print, TCM!

I was Concieved at this Drive-In on September 06 1964, Moms Birthday. My Grandmother worked here when it was called The Encina. Interesting, how you claim to pin it down to this one particular enchanted evening. Unless your parents were in the habit of making love no more frequently than once every three weeks, or so, this is a rather unsupportable statement. I do suppose, though, that it's a good thing that the family didn't hang on to the vehicle in which the notorious deed was done and build a shrine around it.

Judge us.

Well, the real problem is that there are gay people, and then there are the proverbial fairies (the two terms not being in the least interchangeable, but in too many minds they are precisely that). Everybody has a right to be whatever they want, and act however they want, as long as it's legal and doesn't hurt anyone else. Living in Los Angeles, a stone's throw from the gay enclave of West Hollywood, I've often wondered about this clear schism within the gay community. There are many, many gays, male and female that are indistinguishable from the general population in voice, manner and decorum. Then there are those who are, for lack of a more convenient way of putting it, self-made fairies. What is it about some gays that make them adopt this particular form of affectation (to be fair, there are certainly straight men who are effeminate, but they're a small minority)? For myself, I dislike affectations (though we all have them, me included) irrespective of who's doing it, and to what group they're trying to belong (such as teenage girls adopting "Val-speak"; women who decorate their homes in an extra-feminine manner, as though they're insecure that visitors will not otherwise realize that a woman resides there; or men who feel they have to crush the life out of every hand offered for a handshake. It's obvious that a great many people will always dislike gay people for what they do behind closed doors that defines them as gay. I'm not immune to that but, since I'm not behind those doors, and am not being forced to participate or witness what's going on there, those activities have absolutely no bearing on my life and, as I wrote earlier, and hurt no one. Still, it's hard not to feel that the effeminate mannerisms many gays adopt adds to the distatste much of mainstream society feels toward homosexuals, if not homosexuality (case in point: West Hollywood's annual Gay Pride Day parade. If you've ever seen it on the news, the spectacle of half-naked, leather-clad gay people on floats cruising down Santa Monic Boulevard can be somewhat off-putting. The problem is not that the people are gay, but that they are flagrant exhibitionists. It's the exhibitionism, itself, that's distasteful, and the sight of similarly cavorting heterosexual exhibitionists would be just as unwelcome). I don't equate things I find personally distasteful with immorality, as is the custom for "religious" moralizers and sanctimonious right-wingers. To tolerlate that which one finds distasteful is ennobling, and do do so makes us better than we would otherwise be. It's a small step in what should be a lifelong path toward self-improvement, and fits in quite neatly with Jesus's (yes, him) words about those without sin being the only ones with a right to cast stones.

THE ADVENTURES OF ROBIN HOOD and THE FOUR FEATHERS. PS: Flowers and Trees is an animated short cartoon, not a movie. The first feature-length film in three-strip dye-transfer Technicolor is Rouben Mamoulian's BECKY SHARP (1935).

I don't disagree with any of that; but I don't care how important a film is. That doesn't do anything for my enjoyment. If it did, I wouldn't hate Citizen Kane so. In all the ink that's been expended in praise for CITIZEN KANE's groundbreaking artistry, little has been written about how wonderfully entertaining a movie it is. As such, your dislike only points to the inevitable conclusion that it takes all kinds to make a world.

The film, an adaptation of Lloyd C. Douglas's novel, was a Warner Bros.-William Randoplph Hearst's Cosmopolitan Pictures co-production. TCM has shown it in the past, and they will surely do so again.

Most of the ills, wars and injustices in this world over the last two-thousand years can be traced directly to Jesus's teachings and their abuse by the "pious" folks who have seen him as their inexhaustible meal-ticket. The last thing the Eloi would need is a collection of parables promising things it cannot, in fact, ever deliver -- preposterous things like "salvation" and "eternal life." If the Eloi are to suffer at the hand of their fellow man, as much of civilization has over the past two millennia, let them devise their own brand of poison, rather than a bankrupt, 800,000-year-old hand-me-down from a civilization that has routinely brought itself to the brink of destruction over agruments about on which side of his head Jesus parted his hair.

I wasn't confusing endings. You could not understand the jokes. Click. There was a joke somewhere in there?

I mean this as a compliment, please do not take it the wrong way but to me u look like----a gay superhero. What do gay people look like, exactly?

THE 39 STEPS is a more critical film in Hitchcock's oeuvre than THE LADY VANISHES, in that it is the wellspring from which all his later romantic chase-thrillers would spring, whereas LADY, like a number of his other films, veers off into somewhat different territory. While NORTH BY NORTHWEST is surely the apotheosis of those chase-thrillers, it is also less important than THE 39 STEPS; were it not for the latter, the former (along with FOREIGN CORRESPONDENT and SABOTEUR would not exist, at least in the form we all now know.

Oops. 'Tis a far, far better thing I do now than I have ever done: Left to right, it's Vilma B?nky, Ronald Colman and Gary Cooper in THE WINNING OF BARBARA WORTH.

Left to right, it's Ronald Colman, Vilma B?nky and Gary Cooper in THE WINNING OF BARBARA WORTH.

Hi CineSage, How interesting that Mr. Everson was your professor in college. Mr. Everson won this award that is named after him in 1994, Past recipients have included Peter Bogdanovich, Jeanine Basinger, Martine Scorsese, and Richard Schickel. Cine, is Cipriani a restaurant on 42nd St? The awards will be given out at this location. Cipriani has four locations in Manhattan, Cashette (there are other restaurants that use the Cipriani name, but are not affiliated with the International Cipriani chain). The one to which you refer is at 110 E. 42nd Street, right by Grand Central Station. Broadening the discussion beyond Prof. Everson. word arrived a few days ago that David Oppenheim, Dean of New York University's School of the Arts (now Tisch School of the Arts) from 1969-1991, died on November 14. Dean Oppenheim, who'd been first clarinettist of the New York Philharmonic Orchestra, and run Columbia Records' Masterworks division, turned NYU's film school, which had been founded four years before his arrival, into one of the world's premiere institutions of academic training and education in film and cinema. I remember him well, as he always seemed to be in and around activities at school, and was accessible for anyone who wanted to learn, commisserate or gripe. Film fans might also know him as the husband of Oscar-winning comic actress Judy Holliday from 1948-1957. For those who might care to learn more about Dean David Oppenheim's life, here is the New York Times obituary: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/12/03/arts/03oppenheim.html?pagewanted=all

Guilty.

Yes, his preference for STORY OF GI JOE vs BATTLEGROUND was interesting, but at least he gave some reasons - not that I could evaluate or appreciate them! I have always loved the whistling ending to BATTLEGROUND when the bloodied troops wanted to show off to the green replacements, as if to say, "no big deal for real soldiers to take". I never thought it was an acquiescence to Hollywood. BATTLEGROUND has no "whistling ending"; Sgt. Kinney's exhausted, bloody survivors launch into their cadence count, "You hadda good home but you left...YOU'RE RIGHT!...Jody was home whenya left...YOU'RE RIGHT!...Your baby was there when you left...YOU'RE RIGHT! Sound off! ONE,TWO! Sound off! THREE, FOUR! Cadence count! ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, ONE, TWO...THREE, FOUR!" as the platoon marches away from the front, past their fresh, untried replacements. But Wellman knew what really happened on-set, so his comments seem better founded than my viewer's perceptions. William Holden, patting his feathered alpine hat before he disappears down the hole in the floor - now THAT seems a bit of Hollywood flair. Just a bit, eh? You're confusing Wellman with Billy Wilder, who directed, and co-wrote STALAG 17.

I'll take a stab at the topic. I don't have any blood and gore and violence (and certainly not nudity) credentials, but here goes... Taking a stab at violence...well, so much for objectivity.

Whoa! You DO have a heart. Even while watching mopvies. Good to know, you ol' softie. Nothing so touching; we had to pay for the privilege of watching movies at his home by mopping the floor.

I think it'd have been more appropriate if you'd given it to Fox Movie Channel, since it features DVD art from nothing but 20th Century-Fox films. TCM has a contract to show a few of them, but as a promotional tool, it does nothing for TimeWarner's bottom line.

a book that covers farming, planting and irrigation Considering how lush and bountiful the landscape in which the Eloi live, that'd be the last thing Wells would need to bring.

"Farwell?"

I have cherished memories of sitting in the living room of William K. Everson, one of my film teachers at New York University, watching the movies in his personal collection (I always looked forward to his formal lectures, too). A wonderful character, full of tales, trivia and wisdom. I miss him still.