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I earned a B.S. in Throwing.

I've been looking into this and guess who donates millions to TCM? George Soros. That's all you need to know. I would guess that about 3% of white folks were racist back in the 1930s and 1940s.

You mean that guy with the tired suits, bowtie/necktie obsession, and stale alkie jokes is coming back? Oh well, nothing good lasts forever. For those who don't mind watching YT on their computer monitors, Night Editor is on YT and it looks like a very good print. And it's only a little over an hour long.

I didn't watch it. Seemed like one of those mostly been there done that documentaries. It probably had some good moments and was informative for people who knew nothing about the subject. I did like Olivia. It did get a little confusing on the who is in love with who level, but that's a minor complaint. Otherwise it was interesting. In addition to the sexual innuendo, it seemed like a fairly accurate picture of a high-tone girl's boarding school in the 1890s or thereabouts. And that room that Olivia had, tres chic, certainly a lot more cozy than the digs in Madchen in Uniform.

It's been so long that I made a quick check of some of the details. MDM ran the same movie twice a night for a whole week, Monday through Friday. I thought they ran it all week, then I thought Did they really do that? Yep, they did. It had a 90 minute running time, so those flicks must have been pretty well butchered. Oh well I didn't realize that at the time. Can you imagine a 120 minute movie running in 90 minutes plus commercials. Yikes.

It is an interesting topic in general and folks get to unload on their personal dislikes. But personally, I just don't feel that strongly about actors who aren't favorites of mine.

Million Dollar Movie would run the same flick two or three times a day, so if you missed one showing there was another one on the way. I didn't realize Zacherley was on ABC. I remember him from Chiller Theater, which was on WPIX. It started earlier in the evening on Saturdays. I used to wash up, put on my pjs and then sit back and watch Chiller Theater. And then, shortly afterwards, it was off to bed. In a really weird career change, he later became a prog rock dj.

Yeah, there is always the X factor. I don't know why I don't like that actor, I just don't. Certainly valid. I really don't care that much about liking or not liking actors anyway.

Yeah, I can see her stepping up and taking charge, though I don't know if it ever came to that. I'm neutral on LH. He gave some good performances, but he was never a big favorite of mine. Of course he died at a fairly young age, so who knows what he would have done in his later years.

Yeah, Larry and Capucine didn't get along at all. I wonder if old vet Miss Barbara Stanwyck ever had to lay down the law to keep things moving along. And Jane Fonda didn't like Larry either. Ouch.

A somewhat amusing anecdote about one Mr. L_ _r_nc_ H_rv_y: When Barbara Stanwyck encountered Laurence Harvey lounging in his gold brocade robe and drinking champagne on the set of Walk on the Wild Side. she went right up to him and said, "All right Larry, let's go. Get your *** in gear. We've got a picture to make and I don't have time for prima donnas." Larry was silent for a moment and then he burst out laughing. The two became the best of friends.

I've never been as terribly bothered by the u thing as certain other people are . But I believe the u goes with an o and Olivier's first name was certainly not Laourence. Plus, Larry's pappy was a clergyman, so I suppose he deserves some respect.

Or just call him Lord Larry, but don't call him later for dinner. In general, I like Olivier, though on occasion he seems a little on the stagy side. And I believe his parents are responsible for the spelling of his first name.

That French word for **** needs five asterisks, not four. Gettin' confused.

I can see where folks could stretch this thing out in the middle of the tune. The Doors didn't strike me as a jam band, though I don't know what they did live.

I hope the edit function, in the dots, works better than it did in the old format.

Back in the day Riders on the Storm was a staple of FM stations. It certainly has a eerie/spooky vibe to it.

At least you could spell Olivier's first name correctly.

Yeah, I think there are two types of candidates for noirish songs. Those jazzy kinds of music that sound similar to your typical noir soundtrack of the 1940s and songs that have a lyrical content that is noirish with maybe only a minor connection to what we think of as classic noir sound. Both songs by the Pretenders fit mostly into the second category, which is fine by me. My City Was Gone might be another one.

New waveish noir.

Just a minor correction--it's Love With The Proper Stranger. Very good movie for sure. I've always been interested in these early 1960s flicks that are caught between two worlds--the dying one of old timey values and the coming of the later 1960s sexual "revolution." They wouldn't show a trip to the abortionist in the former and Wood's and McQueen's affair would likely be somewhat more explicit in the latter.

You're likely to have a very long wait. I haven't seen many of his recent flicks, as they do not show up at the local cinema, so I'm referring to another era. If his films have changed to a great degree over the last ten years, disregard what I say. His films at that time seem to follow a formula--a group of upper class NYC intellectuals with various strange relationship problems. Add witty repartee, some tunes from the great American songbook and some well designed gauzy shots of NYC and voila, you've got the latest Woody Allen movie. And as there is little diversity in casting color, there is little diversity in class. Not too many working stiffs in the main roles. Still I find most of these films entertaining, even when they start to dip into self-caricature. It's what I expect in an Allen film, just as I know what to expect in a teen sex comedy. I've suspected that Allen probably shouldn't be putting out a new movie every year. You're no Fassbinder, baby. A Woodman film set in Casper, Wyoming. Now that's something I'd like to see.

Maybe the east coast had a more lenient glue policy. No doubt it was a local decision. Glue+comic books+black leather jackets=Trouble with a capital T. These people were incredibly specialized. Manny only dealt in glue. If an underage kid wanted some potent potables they went to Art.

That's a long time to hold a glue grudge. As far as I recall I could buy glue all by myself. Pssst, Manny here's an extra buck, give me the giant size tube. Thanks partner.

Tough crowd here. For the somewhat Allen-phobic there are his earlier funny movies like Take the Money and Run and Sleeper. That's before the Woodman began his transformation into an American version of Ingmar Bergman, which didn't really take.