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Cary really knew how to play off the Ralph Bellamy character in that film too. And the scenes with the doggie taking the hat, putting it behind the mirror, and so on were classic. Didn't hurt to have both men fighting over Irene Dunne either as she was so impudent while being classy. I think Cary's background before he was in films, in being able to do a lot of acrobatic physical comedy showed him to be a lot more than a pretty face. To see such a stalwart and sophisticated looking man, appear to be a fool in a woman's negligee or peignoir was amusing.

OMG! Is that the one where the clown host or something keeps calling all the kiddies with birthdays to come up to the front? And Dorothy has to go and well...hilarious. Lorna, Happy Belated Birthday and remember, we all read your original post which is the important point, and speaking for myself, thoroughly enjoyed your take on FFMN and the like, and that's the important thing. Only really great stuff usually gets censored by small minds. It's the boring and mundane things that never get any attention since they are, well...boring and mundane and offend no one. To offend no one, is to end up bland like a bowl of rice...not that there's anything wrong with rice of course.

Hooray! So glad to see another Anna Magnani fan here, there or anywhere. I could watch "The Rose Tattoo" daily. But I digress since my point was to ask if you would still prefer reading subtitles for something like "Rashomon" over the version called I think "The Outrage" [too lazy to look up but I think that's the title though I've tried to erase it from my memory forever] with Paul Newman? I have only one beef with "farn" films with subtitles. I like the ones best which isolate the words in a block background over the scene, since they are so much easier to read. Other than that I am a foreign film addict for sure. Speaking of Kurosawa's masterpiece, reading the original story it was adapted from is very interesting also, if you've not read it. Great post, Lorna!

Hey, Stephan! I so appreciate your responses to my post as I think both were well thought out examinations of why we all do, well, what we do. Now my original post about the film "The 4th Man" was referring to a rather mild scene with no real sexual content between the men, just maybe a kiss or something. That was why I was making fun of the way some [not all] men become exceedingly overwrought. Now I have read Masters and Johnson and I remember reading that though many men in their testing would proclaim distaste at any sexual behaviour between people of the same sex, the researchers noticed that their physical reactions belied what they would say on the questionnaire about seeing women together. Finally they realized that the men were mentally injecting themselves into the scene with the women mentally, hence they then found it unobjectionable. As for the Marquis de Sade, I think it can be seen by many literally as only about sex, and then to others it finally becomes a diatribe against censorship of any kind and freedom of thought processes. It becomes the reverse of its outer vestiges, kind of like the old New Yorker cartoon of a very sophisticated man looking at a painting of a nude woman and saying "Oh, it reminds me of a rose." From my vantage point your very honest and introspective study of yourself, is more moral and adult and deserves to be read, than many posts that are immaturely titillating yet would not be condemned to the junk heap due to being seen as the typical bawdy comment but deep down are much more salacious in nature. Thanks for sharing such an incisive commentary on what is it like to grow up male in our society.

Even for those of us who like movies, occasionally we need some shut eye. But still...we might want to have a movie on in the background as we rest our eyes, to be a kind of white noise channeler to dreamland. That means that we choose a film that we really don't want to watch. Get it? Now this type of film may be abhorrent to you when you are actually watching it, but it could be very useful just as background sound to aid in a sort of narcoleptic trance state being achieved. Make sure the film has no redeeming value in actually being watched though, or you may hear dialogue that would make you wish to sneak a peak, and then the spell is gone and you have to get out the brandy or knockout drops. For me, "Paint Your Wagon" often suffices. I would never have spent money on owning it but someone gave it to me under the mistaken impression that I would just love to hear Lee Marvin and Clint Eastwood singing. The triumvirate of those two croaking out songs with Jean Seberg makes it a soporific masterpiece. Be sure to turn the sound way way down though, so that you can just barely hear them all chatting and flitting around. Hopefully you will wake up after the whole debacle has ended and the dvd is back at the beginning screen. I am getting a bit tired of this film though for inducing restful snooze times, so add any other film soporifics that you enjoy ignoring while laying on the couch, and I will have a larger repetoire to choose from hopefully. There are human soporifics who can bore one to sleep, but I'll leave the release of their names to Robert Benchley.

Every movie on today is a great one with films by Tati, Kurosawa, Camus, Fellini, Truffaut and so on. I particularly liked "Babette's Feast" when I first caught it.

Dargo, I heard it was because in that photo, Tor had been drinking and thought his toupee was a merkin, which made the photo objectionable...

It takes a rare brain to appreciate a rara avis! Thanks, Rayban.

I think you make good points, Sepia about some ill-fated casting choices. I think it was theater critic John Simon who was taken to task back in the day, when he wrote a critical review of actress Maureen Stapleton taking on the role of Amanda Wingfield on Broadway in Tennessee Williams' "The Glass Menagerie". Simon said something to the effect that it is well known that the character was supposed to have been quite the beauty and southern belle in her youth and that there was no way Stapleton could ever have been such, hence she was not right for the part no matter her acting skills. This of course was roundly critiicized as being cruel and unfair, yet it perhaps depends on one's viewpoint. Could Richard Dreyfuss, though a fine actor take on the role of Captain Blood in Sabatini's tale, as well as someone who looked like Errol Flynn? Does the mortal coil often make the role seem apt? We must remember though that there is no accounting for taste. I've been told supposedly that there's a male here who finds women who look like Jim Croce, to be the cat's meow! One man's meat is another man's poisson!

Enjoyed reading the majority of the posts here, and as for one or two others, I now realize apparently that projection isn't only found in the movies.

Some may scoff but even in the early days of Bud's career a case could be made for giving him his own festival. I will begin the selection process by submitting the Robert Altman film, "Brewster McCloud". Caution and Note to Stephan: all film performances of Bud's are worthy of inclusion and are welcome...unless they contain FFMN! Next...?

Yikes, Stephan...I hope I was not identified as the chick who was swatting Ray during some of the heavy drinking scenes. She was one scary customer. Thanks for your very sobering take on Rogosin. As for Sam Kinison, I wonder if he was buried in his fur coat and that beret?

I bet you love seeing Allison Hayes calling for her hubby, Harry while wearing her bed sheet as a diaper, Nip! He should never have been dancing that close with Yvette Vickers in that roadhouse.

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Bravo, Nip! As usual you have brought to the forum's attention a little known and most esoteric connection between coffee makers and films. Many don't know that the original name for the college in the movie, "Animal House" was to be Farber College and not what eventually resulted in it being called Faber College. The creators of the film, being avid coffee fans wanted to honor the legacy of the founder of Farberware, namely one Russian emigrant, named Simon Farber. They knew that though he first started as a match peddler in New York, his eventual genius in inventing the clip-on light for bed headboards had been instrumental in the lives of many college students being able to cram during late hours and graduate. Without such luminosity aids, our world would be a poorer place with a lot of flunked out grads. Using the Farber name though became a problematic thing due to the Hanson sale and a potential lawsuit over the name. Now the ne'er do wells in "Animal House" like Kent Dorfman and Eric [aka Otter] perhaps never studied but surely there were some in the Delta Tau Chi frat house who did. And without Mr. Farber, none of them would ever have made it in the world. Of course the other film connection is that the Farber gents were also grads of Erasmus Hall High School in Brooklyn, where Barbra Streisand also went to school, and when Milton Farber went back for reunions he and she were celebrated with a party using Farberware's hard anodized aluminum coffee makers, that really kept the mocha java hot. Milton Farber died in 1973, never knowing that his company's many contributions to social standards of living and their generous donations to other colleges like Curry College were to make them immortal in the world of aluminum and Hollywood films.

That is a really good movie that's not so well known. I have the short story book of works by Cornell Woolrich [or under one of his pen names of William Irish] and enjoyed reading his original version way back before I saw the film. Personally I like the 1947 version you mention more than the 1950's one with Kevin McCarthy, but they are both interesting takes on the tale.

Thanks, Jinsinna! Good choices. I think I read once that Liz said she was holding Clift's teeth in her hand as they whisked him off to the hospital, or something like that. Looking forward to reading your WA/AC information!

Sorry, Sepia I guess I was confused. It was I who was drinking a lot after watching the Bowery Boys...

Yes, that's where I first encountered Dick Miller and conceived our first child, Audrey Junior. Thankfully, as a baby she never cried or babbled out the words "Feed meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"

I'm a giant fan of Ronald Colman, so I can applaud your comment about any post about him being good, Tom. I don't really get though the need for Ben to rhapsodize over Colman, when all one needs is eyes to see, and ears to hear by watching any Colman film [except the silents of course!] to see what a giant of cinema he is. Do we really need Ben Mankiewicz to tell us that? My guess would be that probably the more typically bandied about information on a big star like Ronald, is not what a host might think is needed. I would tend to believe that if the most obvious adulatory info about most big stars, is only for neophytes. One does occasionally have to do their own homework on information and not expect all and sundry to be supplied by any host or hostess. One good thing though...Ronald, if alive would not probably be disconcerted reading this thread about him, because I think I read once that he had terrible eyesight and would walk right by people he knew on the street since he couldn't see well, but never wore glasses in public. Ronald in glasses though, would still be a handsome devil.

I wish John Gavin and Constance had both starred in any film by Samuel Fuller.

In the annals of anti-mimesis, no greater exponent of this belief system is there in my mind than actor, Tom Neal. Distinguished by his pivotal role in the Ulmer classic, "Detour" ironically Neal's later life proved to contain many of the same elements of his personality, that subsumed Vera to a tragic death. Not going into details, as they are all to be found online, but Neal seemed a creature destined to have much of the bad luck and karmic justice, of his film characters. Bouts with Franchot Tone over actress Barbara Payton, signaled to many in Hollywood his erratic and volatile nature which could prove physically dangerous for an opponent. This fall from grace in Hollywood consigned him to lesser roles and eventually he ended up as a gardener, but not revered like Chance, as played by Peter Sellers. His conviction for manslaughter over a real woman in his life, resulted in a jail term that might have befallen his film character from "Detour" if the movie had a sequel. Name another Hollywood personage whose life imitated their art. Oscar Wilde coined this terminology in his essay, "The Decay of Lying" which stated unequivocally that "Life imitates art far more than art imitates life."

Thanks so much for confirming my opinion of the quality of this film, Christine. As for gentrifying the Bowery, you would be better served by asking one of the Dead End kids like Gabriel Dell, since I only attend events on Skid Row!