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I think if I had to spend the greater portion of a day with Brett Somers, I'd be deep into the drink too.

The idea that Dooley Wilson made more than Humphrey Bogart for Casablanca is one of those things that makes one pause and think, That can't be true, can it? On first blush it seems not to align with most of what one might think about the subject. A supporting actor making more than the star of the movie. Apparently, it isn't so. From a brief net search: Wilson made $500.00 a week, while Bogart pulled down $2,000.00 a week. The winner in the salary sweepstakes was Conrad Veidt. On rare occasions, it pays to be a Nazi, even if you have to take a bullet for the Fatherland at the end. Dooley Wilson was a drummer, not a piano player, so someone else played the piano, while Wilson would follow the fingerings of the off-screen pianist. Those tricky Hollywood types.

Don't let the man get you down.

Say Bill, did the Compsons ever sell that old antebellum pile next to the golf course? Just curious.

I Aim at the Stars: Got Supporting Players Next: I Bury the Living

It is almost always a bad idea to get your history from movies. They are too short to give a detailed study of any historical subject, and will usually put dramatic concerns ahead of historical accuracy. This film is probably no different. I would take parts of it with a very large grain of salt.

Sad but true, at least today. As Rod said to Marlon, Maybe this just isn't my day. In lieu of a song, here's a bit of related gossip. It certainly sounds plausible. During the filming of the famous taxi scene Steiger, though not on camera. sat through take after take so Brando could play his big speech off Steiger's character. But when it came time for Steiger to film his part of the scene, he had to say his lines to an assistant director- Brando had gone home for the day. Thanks to Penny Stallings.

Difficult to think that any self-respecting Victorian, even one who dabbles in time- traveling devices, wouldn't take along a copy of the Bible. Don't leave home without it.

Maybe an introduction to English literature. Perhaps there were too many Georges flying around, but the book is by H.G. Wells, not George Orwell.

SMFYTPOS strikes again. Two videos in a row that "aren't available." What a piece of internet junk. It makes the TCM site look good!!! Let me try one more time, and if it's strike three I'll wait until after the holiday, or else smash my computer like Pete used to smash his guitar. Here's nothin'. The Meat Puppets perform the YT theme song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ibsyWOefEsM

It does happen IRL, but it's still hard for me to watch that movie, which is a very good one, without that crossing my mind, if only for a time. Of course the older man and younger and sometimes much younger woman is a golden age staple, mostly for leading men who are a little long in the tooth. Not to knock Bogie, but it works better for Cary Grant than for Humphrey. I agree about Mme. Clouzot. I raise a toast to Vera, sweets for the sweet. On that note, I will take a French leave.

I just wish youtube would be a little more reliable. I can't figure out why some videos don't post. Automatic for the People is one of the best R.E.M albums with many great songs on it, including Monty Got a Raw Deal, about you know who. Try to post R.E.M again next week, hopefully with a better outcome.

C'mon Uncle Joe, movies, as a form of mass entertainment, are by their very nature vulgar, that which appeals to a common mass audience. That's certainly what the studio heads were hoping. And why do you think just about every female star of the golden age was featured in naughty cheesecake publicity photos? Surely not so that the male members of the audience could write critiques of line readings and acting style on the backs of the pictures. Vulgarity has always been a part of the movies, and always will be, in whatever varied forms it takes. And star worship usually devolves into self-parody, however charming it may be. Though it may not be proper to consider it, I can't help but notice the huge age difference between Bogart and Grahame in In a Lonely Place. It doesn't really detract from the entertainment value of the film, but it's always in the back of my mind, hey that's something that could only happen in a movie. Holly, the Gloria puzzle looks very nice, but I wouldn't go so far as to buy it. And from the looks of it, it wouldn't provide many hours of puzzle solving fun. And as talented and lovely as Ms. Grahame is, she cannot take the place of Mme. Vera Clouzot in my heart of hearts. Pigtails and all.

R.E.M performing Man on the Moon. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5MvOh_nO7A Well, SMFYTPOS will not comply with that request. Let me try something else: The late weird in a good way Warren Zevon doing Splendid Isolation. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYRI2Re5dmo

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If jigsaw puzzles, why not inflatables? If five will get you ten, then ten will get you twenty, that's a great deal, and you can invest your twenty in the Cheesecake Mine. A better investment boondoggle has never come along. With all the interest, could sell a ware- house full of Gloria dolls, including the imported French "soft skin" model. It's tres Grahamesque. One of Gloria's later films was titled Mama's Dirty Girls. Naughty naughty. I remember Gloria's apartment in Crossfire. What a dump. Have enjoyed the perceptive essays, but can barely remember the sexy pictures.

Bob Marley and the Wailers demonstrating a Positive Vibration.

They're a wee bit risque. If Mr. Skeffington had started 30 or 45 minutes earlier I might have watched it, but it will end pretty late tonight, and I don't think I can quite make it. Maybe I'll check it out for a little while here and there. Time to call it a day, cause it's a long way to Tippereary.

I Wood. Could be an old Irish melody, That Sweet Old Derry Aire. Bet Barry Fitzgerald knew it well. Probably learned it from his dear old mother back in the old sod.

Sometimes these board names are a double-reeled sword. Hooray for Hollywood, That screwy ballyhooey Hollywood.

They all laughed when Russ Meyer first sat down at the editing machine too, but... Since Ms. Grahame played so many women of "questionable virtue", it's only natural she should be the object of speculation. Didn't she go on to marry her own stepson? NTTAWWT. That's the wonderful part of cinema, everybody is free to take away their own version of what's going on on the silver screen, and off it. Besides, L.A. Confidential has already been there and done that, in a manner. You Glo, girl. Hooray for Hollywood.

Tee shirts would be a whole lot easier to make, but there is no disputing tasty. Got to go.

Steeleye Span was one of the group of bands who revived traditional English folk songs and added modern instrumentation, and occasionally wrote their own songs in that style. Here they are doing one of their biggest hits, All Around My Hat.

Looks like the time is ripe for some savvy entrepreneur to think about manufacturing and marketing a Gloria inflatable doll. Might earn a pretty piece of change. Just one more word: plastics.

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