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I would have guessed you were already this cynical at 5 years old. ?

Your question "why" gave me the impression of "You shouldn't be giving TCM credit for it".

Maybe he got the impression like I did that you were trying to tell people how to post.

That doesn't look like Fred MacMurray.

Except that they couldn't mention the lesbian relationship that was the accusation in the original play.

A remake of the 1935 Dick Powell vehicle Thanks a Million.

You didn't like Zombies on Broadway?

Worse than John Lund?

I'm always reminded of the Word of Mouth piece he did, talking about Goodbye, Mr. Chips and how he can't sing. Cut to a scene of him "singing" Where. Did. My. Child. Hood. Go? and some horrid tinkling piano background music. I've never seen anything else from the movie, but I can't forget that scene.

And then there's Shelley Winters in Bloody Mama....

As for women with guns, I don't think anybody's mentioned this one yet: Edna May Oliver makes anything entertaining.

Supposedly, the residents of the town in South Carolina that stood in for Iowa thought she didn't treat them well. But my thought was more that it would make a much more shocking ending than the pat Hollywood ending we got.

One Third of a Nation (Tuesday, May 22, 9:15 AM) Sylvia Sidney and 14-year-old Sidney Lumet (yes, that Sidney Lumet) are a brother and sister living in a tenement that suffers a fire. Leif Erickson pays for Lumet's medical bills; Sylvia falls in love with him, and then discovers his family owns the tenement. The original play was part of the Federal Theater project, a New Deal scheme designed to produce propaganda that would keep people voting Democratic. In this case, that means supporting tearing down the tenements and building state housing projects; never mind where the people currently living in the tenements were going to live while the new projects were being built. And as we've learned in the decades since, government housing projects have been extremely successful and high-quality. The movie is hilariously awful and didactic, with the best scene being one of Lumet having a fever dream in which the tenement building talks to him and tells him the tenements will always be with us. Watch it once just for how bad it is.

The movie would have had a much more interesting ending with one more bullet.

The Sandpiper (1965). Liz Taylor plays a bohemian artist with a young son she doesn't control. The third time he's brought before a judge, the judge sends the kid to an Episcopalian boarding school run by reverend Richard Burton. Burton meets Liz and slowly begins to fall for her because, well, she's Liz Taylor. This is a problem since our Episcopal minister is already married to Eva Marie Saint who has little to do here. The characters recite turgid dialog (the son, played by James Mason's real-life son, recites Chaucer in Middle English with Eva Marie Saint sitting in bed with him) while Liz chews the scenery. She chews and chews and chews while the dialogue becoems ever more turgid and ludicrous. Poor Charles Bronson is hilariously miscast as one of Liz's bohemian artist friends who spouts atheist bromides. The film is rounded out by a bland elevator music song "The Shadow of Your Smile" which won an Oscar. 5/10, although if you like watching Liz run riot in a mess of a movie you'll like it even more. Not as awful as X, Y, and Zee, but not good either.

For some values of "get away with".

Nude Nuns with Big Guns

Technically, isn't that one I, CLAVDIVS?

Perry Como threatens to smack Martha Stewart too, if memory serves. As I understand it, Doll Face was made while Miranda was still tied to her nightclub contract, which is why she's underused here.

It still is the big player; look at the recent moral panic about female trafficking, which is really no different than the "white slavery" movies of a hundred years ago.

49th Parallel.

How about the staircase scene at the end of Notorious? Hitchcock had the four actors walk down some of the steps multiple times to make it look as though there were more steps than there actually were so that he could drag the scene out.

Remake of a late Hitchcock silent, which if memory serves was based on a Noël Coward stage play. I haven't seen the remake.

Better than The Garden of Allah?

Not any more, but it used to be. (Just like Memorial Day used to be Decoration Day.)