Sgt_Markoff

Spry little spitfire, Mona Freeman, is my choice. See her in 'Dear Wife' and 'Dear Ruth'. Those charming rom-coms starring Holden and Caulfield.

we need a little 'chin music' then

"Oh No, no, no, no, no. See, Your Honor? He says he's going after one thing, and then he goes after another--" "Use the proper form of address, Mister Biegler!"

Good one. But I seem to recall 'Nertz!' being a riff on 'Nuts!' (which is so awkward-sounding, its beyond me how it ever became popular). Famous though, from the encirclment of Bastogne (or whatever town it was) during the Bulge. Maybe 'Nuts!' back then was how we say 'Balls!' today. We need more of that Bastogne spirit in these troubled times. Say--here's an idea. How about a thread just of British expressions to go along with these American ones?

Even acting in a small role in a small play in some little town somewhere, takes courage. You're braver than I am!

I need more detail

Plymouth Duster

Ben Gazzara seemed to excel in playing these creepy, snide (often military) characters. He's not physically imposing but he sure makes it seem that way. What was the picture he was in, alongside George Peppard, set in a Southern military academy?

that last one is "back up a round!" and yes its still heard today. I'm apt to sport a round myself sometimes, it makes good sense

There's new ones in the works; animated children's versions or whatever. I heard about it because there's a plagiarism suit which might be raised. It's called 'Kids of the Round Table'. Might already be out somewhere, I don't know.

calling women 'sister' was very common

Ernest Borgnine was never a bad-looking guy. His despondent expression shows the work of a good actor.

Ugh, I loathe "men dressing up as women". If 'Some Like it Hot' hadn't been so hilariously funny I'd never had watched it. Yuck! Oh well. Hullo, what's this....h'mmm. Some august company joining us in this thread.

Dargo, the chief reasons for US antipathy towards the Soviet model has always been economic. Collectivism is--and always will be --a stern challenge to our 'private profit' model. Set everything else about national ideologies aside. If you need corroboration, look no further than Noam Chomsky. As for paranoia--the fact is, Soviet spies ran rings around us. We had occasional spectacular coups, but on a day-to-day basis ...really, any determined enemy can usually bewilder us. Eh well. Nevermind. That's just as aside. Kingrat (above) has some interestin' remarks. 'Anatomy of a Murder' is intensely seamy while still being entirely above-board. Its sensational. So typical of Otto Preminger's fascination with sexual themes. Practically every scene in this flick drives the point home--rape! Molested women! Women who 'prowl' out for an evening! Strutting around bare-legged! It's just incredible the 'relentless' way the story hones in on these unsavory issues. None other than Jimmy Stewart facing them down. Who better? The symbolism in this story is epic.

"My goodness you scamps...gallivantin' all over creation! I want you to stay close to the house, d'ye hear me? Mind, now!"

Yep. I know'd it. Another one I use: "for criminey's sakes!"

Dargo's view is as valid as mine is...its just one of those subjective things where two people viewing the same phenomenon from the same angle, nevertheless see it from divergent perspectives!

Something subtly better about classic-era movies: all the sectors and classes of society were not yet so informal, casual, and freely-mingling as they are now. Many people in America were still strangers to one another due to regionality, economics or background. Transportation could not just pick someone up from one area of America and plonk them down in the middle of another. It was not a homogenized nation. Whether this is good or bad as far as quality-of-life arguments (what its like to residing in the USA now vs then) that timeperiod nevertheless made better movies because characters were constantly 'being surprised' and 'being startled' by one another. People just weren't as familiar.

Goobers and Raisinets are my silent movie candy of choice

"For cryin' out loud!" (still popular) "For the love of mike!" "In the name of Sam Hill!" (very cryptic origins, this one)

I've never seen one of these, myself. Sure, I've seen O-Zone interview various stars but don't even know what a guest programmer might do if one ever appeared before my rapt gaze.

Yes, they ordinarily call it 'stage business' or 'special business' or 'bits of business' which extras usually perform in the b.g. of a movie; they are specially coached day-players or minor walk-on players who give a picture 'verisimilitude' with things like golf swings or card playing or bartender tricks or piano playing. Anyway despite the action Welch takes, he nonetheless does have to hold an expression and time the delivery of his line; express suitable gravity and lead us to believe he is really pondering the question before the bench. We could stay with this example or move to others in the film--he had quite a few lines to handle--but I doubt I'll come to the conclusion that this charming old gentleman harmed the film in any way. Its still my opinion that he enhanced it. I think his delivery is all the more brilliant for any slight crudeness it might have; it gives the movie just a nudge more towards a 'documentary' feel. Preminger filmed in the real-life crime scene locations, using real-life town residents, and this is a real-life judge familiar with legal address as it takes place in real-life courtrooms. Its not necessarily a demerit at all, that he's not an experienced thespian.

sepiatone sez: That makes your spouse a ...MichiGOOSE?

Professor Harold Hill, 'The Music Man' Mission Commander Taylor, 'Planet of the Apes' Blanche DuBois, 'A Streetcar Named Desire' 'Popeye' Doyle, 'The French Connection' an unidentified black man ...appearing in Louis Bunuel's "The Exterminating Angel" Blanche duBois: Oh aha aha ah hee hee hee hee, ah Mister DOYLE you are a card, sir! Surely you are! You trapped a '****' down on the docks? And he did what? I mean, really, in all candor? He drew a knife on you? Why lawdy, I cain't hardly credit this coarse talk t'all now, sirrah! Why where would he even hide--I mean, they're not o'ppossums now are they? You know, with the little pockets? Lt. 'Popeye' Doyle: Ma'am I can only tell ya what I can tell ya; take it or leave it, get me? Cloudy patted him down, believe me--then a beaner zinged a Coke can at us from the third story, we duck behind a dumpster, creep took off running, his scumbag pals must have tossed him the shiv, or maybe he had it hid out, how many times I told Cloudy don' trust--hey where'd all the coolies go anyway? What is this, self-serve? I did a friggin' double today... Blanche duBois: Oh ahaha ah ah ho ho ho ho hee hee hee hee! Well now I swan, all you fine gentleman--so cordial and so gracious of you to visit with us tonight and sup--and oh! I declare I hain't laughed so much why, since I was a girl! This has been the most delightful evening don't you agree? Mister Doyle I'll be glad to top up your Pernod. Why, the only thing is, the night is so still outside, don't you agree? It's so somber and so hushed! And we have been left to fend for ourselves. Just scandalous! (Commander, may I freshen up that julep of your'n?) Mission Commander Taylor: Please do ma'am. I'd prefer a cold frosty one, but as you say, we're fending for ourselves so cordials'll have to do. Be sure you don't miss this chair-rocking dandy sitting next to me, if he keeps that glass to his lips it might prevent him breaking out into song ...might save me the trouble of mowing him down with this old .44 Henry I found in your yard... Prof. Harold Hill: Haw! Haw! Haw! Come on now y'ole cobber, you must be from out of town. You like the 'best of it' I see. Now now now, that's not the next song I have in my heart. Just permit me, as I gaze on our charming hostess--gentlemen, lemme tug on your coat--y'know we can't hardly blame this fair lady for --well I mean, I should say. Cold beer? On a sultry night like this? Now sure, I like a COLD beer as much as the next man (always mighty proud to say it! I consider the hours I've spent with beer in my hand to be golden!) but where ya gonna get a honest-to-God bottle of bubbly ...why, as sure as God-made-little-green-apples...cold beer, he says... well I should say!--but I fully believe we can get out of this mansion if we all together just THINK we can, why you'll see-- Lt. 'Popeye' Doyle: Damnit! I'd rather drink anti-freeze than this frilly licorice-flavor French goo. What's your name pal? Taylor? I'm with ya there. Seem like a right guy. What kind of party is it where a man can't get a friggin' Pabst? Not to mention-- Black Man in Suit: Not to mention ...me? Blanche duBois: (flustered): um..ah...well! Oh! umm..ah..why, yes, I mean no--gentlemen, we've been neglecting--I'm sure, quite unintentionally, but unforgivably-- Black Man in Suit: Don't you all think we should consider the possibility that we are trapped in this house? I've been sitting here listening to you all for hours now-- Mission Commander Taylor: He's got a point. I like a party as much as anybody but this little shindig is becoming --aw pardon me boy, the lever-action on this old Henry takes some finesse-- Black Man in Suit: Who are you calling boy? Lt. 'Popeye' Doyle: (drawing .44 S&W) I am! Okay spook, on your feet. I've had my eye on you, you're headed to Riker's tonight, believe you me-- Black Man in Suit: I don't think any of us are going anywhere unless we put our heads together and-- Prof Harold Hill: Right you are, son! That's the stuff! That's pioneer spirit! Here now, that's just what I've been saying all along! Why, there isn't a thing you, or I, the next man, or the other fellow can't do if we just put our heads together and THINK the thing through! It goes like this-- Blanche duBois: Professor, if you could forestall that charming melody for a few moments more? Please, sirrah! To the rest of you gentlemen, I must say that as hostess I have not been at my best tonight, in fact I have been positively hovering on the edge of a vaporous spell, neglecting to distribute my attentions fairly and evenly-- Mission Commander Taylor: Excuse me Doyle...will ammo in that .44 of yours will fit this ole Henry? I feel almost naked without spare ammo-- Lt. 'Popeye' Doyle: Nevermind! I got this! Now you, boy whadda they call you, north of 125th St, huh? Black Man in Suit: (enraged) They call me ....MISTER ....TIBBS....!!!!

Thx. Yeah I admit I am an adamant fan of black & white photography for the reasons I stated above. Many mammals are color-blind. Fear is color-blind. Its what allows you to survive a long night against tooth & claw in the wilderness. Matthau rules.