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Me too, worked there I mean. Like your Jack Holt avatar.

I bought the Criterion version years ago and am sorry to hear it is out of print.

What is Clare Tooley's particular field of expertise in wine, you ask, Sgt. Markoff? From a friend well versed in the subject he says he saw nothing in her online bios about being a true wine expert which means she is a Master Sommelier which is one with many years training in all aspects of wine services and food accompaniment. Nor does anything online mention Clare as listed in even the earlier stages of knowledge for being Introductory or Certified or Advanced Sommelier. There are supposedly only possibly under thirty women with that designation of MS and maybe someone could check to see if her name was listed there for the US or UK programs for the Court of Master Sommeliers. I did see that Clare had won some prize from a Wine Institute called the Lalleland Bursary in 2013 but that called her a 1st Year Student, which doesn't sound like any advanced knowledge. Her bio does list stints of work with wines at Lionstone and John Armit Wines but there is no mention of her standing as a real wine expert online or that she has made that grade according to the Court. It would be nice that she list that high standard achieved from the Court of Master Sommeliers in the US and UK is she really has earned that title.

Jackie Gleasaon used to say to go on vacation and get some rest he would rent out somehow or pay to get a room at a local hospital and just got there to relax for a couple weeks. Sure he probably had his own meals shipped in since he would not have liked hopital food.

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Had the plearure of watching a serial I had not seen since kid thispast weekend. BAck during the depression there wwer theaters which were showing revials of old silents. My older sister had been a fan of Valentino and also a serial called A Woman in Gray with Alreen Pretty. She made me go with her to see the revival of the original Sheik and the serial was playing with it on week one and we went to the serial evey after week after since she wanted to get a complete set of dishes they would give out. I liked going since there would also be a vaudeville show and comics and even a monkey once. A friend of the family has a movie collection he has acquired from places like Blackhawk and others and showed a print of The Woman in Gray the other night. I was surprised it was so good as my memory of it was that it was a lot like Pearl White cliffhangers. The fifteen or so segments had some thrilling moments and brought back memoris of other western serials I liked as kid and things like The Phantom. Too bad Turner doesn't show some silent serials just for fun.

Great film but don't know about an earlier one. For best con men I'd go with the possible source for the movie The Great Man with Jose Ferrer. Though not all of it is accurate about Herb Fuller in comparison with Mr. Lipton Tea, enough is and I'm sure the author Al Morgan did not want to get sued. I'm sure the McQuire Sisters, and particularly Ruby could have written a tell-all book about the egotistical host they worked with who was hated by most in the industry and conned a lot of people through their tv's and radios.

Lana's always a dish so yes, I liked it.

As played by Marian and Beverly they end up as tarts always. But I get your point.

Missed that one. Never have seen that film sadly.

Gables ears used to make that Fwap sound when the gluey stuff holding them back would give way.

Being that my grandmother was a pugilism fan and actually saw Gentleman Jim Corbett in action, she said Flynn did an admirable job playing him in films. So I will go with Flynn as being superior to Gable. I heard he was kind of a wimp in his hometown area of Martin's Ferry.

No, no, no. David Canary does NOT look like Dana or Steve. Everyone I thought agree that David Canary looks like Richard Bakalyan. Check it out and you'll see. They both have the flattened nose thing, which makes them look like unsuccessful boxers. This thread is what film is all about with people who know all about film. Only real film buffs would even know who Mary Morris or this group of names mean to the celluloid dream. I am proud to know each of you that have posted.

You are totally out of line with this Dwayne Hickman in drag comparison! I think all would agree Mary looks more like Darryl Hickman in drag.

What exactly were you hoping Keith and Robert would get from good old Johnny in the looks department since he always looked like a deranged skeleton with wild eyes, even in films like Blue Beard, Sepiatone? I do think Wayne's son Patrick looks a bit like the young and virile Marion. Agree with you though on the essence of your thoughts and definitely Steve and Dana have little resemblance. Thanks.

Talking about the art of Gypsy Rose Lee on another thread, made me also think about so many Hollywood films which feature the art of the ecdysiast. Now Sally Rand was getting a little long in the tooth, to be playing such ladies with or without feathers by the war years but I remember seeing so many B-actresses like Marian Martin and Beverly Michaels who would portray such tarts and who can deny the nostalgia for such backstage dramas. We all know about Gypsy, and I regret they had nothing in the film about her affair with Otto Preminger but alas and alack. Who doesn't enjoy Lady of Burlesque or films with the word G-String in the title [which sadly has nothing to do with music]?

Though I am more inclined to the aesthetic in film, I have to admit that films with limited appeal but bombastic takes on society are occasionally of interest, if only for comparison sake. This brings to mind off the wall genres like Mondo film, Santo travesties, Giallo and folks like Mario Bava, Faces of Death depictions, J.D. exposes [particularly on the Sunset Strip], Hallucenogenic masterpieces, Sexploitation with masters like director Doris Wishman, and the like. All can be enjoyable in their own right. Probably the first such film I ever saw was Mondo Cane when it came out. The title song, More became a giant hit on radio, and was not probably a true reflection of what one was to see in the film. I can still remember the bits about eating certain things like peeled snake being common in another world, and the Rudolph Valentino lookalike festival in some small village in Italy. I think there was also a piece about force feeding geese to make some kind of pate de fois gras of sorts, and coloring the feathers of baby chicks for Easter. All such viable topics for entertainment supposedly. Add to this list of smaller genres in film, with your thoughts on their importance in the whole spectrum of moviemaking. It is not only blockbuster movies which make the art of film interesting it would seem for without these oddities, we do not see the world as it really exists but only a pastiche of sorts.

Both ladies had amazing abilities in comedic or dramatic roles. Roz was intellectually clever at both and Carole effervescent in everything. Wonder what Lombard would have ended up doing in more mature roles as she aged. Would she have ended up in glamourous parts as a mature lady or get into more sordid renderings like Bette Davis and Joan Crawford since many roles for older women were limited in those years during the 1950's and beyond.

She was great in Bad Blonde. A sad waste of talent that came to such an appalling end sadly.

Feel proud that at least you tried.

I am sure it was an anti-Republican move, being that isn't Becky Sharp the film that had Tricky Dick's wife, Pat Nixon in it? Yes, that must be the reason and it was a clever subterfuge for sure to not program that film.

I watched also and I guess the film could have had Daphne and Fargo run into Richard Hickok and Perry Smith, but I heard Blake was not available at the time.

For those hoping to do the most wallowing allowable, according to the Constitution, may I suggest the film to be shown later today, Mourning Becomes Electra. It takes real talent to make a Greek tragedy even more depressing than in its original incarnation and this film manages the task quite handily. There's spousal cheating, incestuous possibilities, suicidal tendencies, murder, mayhem, et cetera. Michael Redgrave playing his heart out amongst artists like Roz Russell, Leo Genn,Kirk Douglas and the great Katina Paxinou in a story based on the always downbeat Eugene O'Neill's broadway play, is truly a sight to behold. And with Raymond Massey, one can only contemplate the remark made by another about his acting as Lincoln on the stage, when said person commented "Ray Massey won't be happy playing Lincoln until someone really shoots him." Don't miss this dark drama of subterranean emotional depths.

Is that because your garden is dying and moribund, or you don't like horticulture??

Forgot to show the adorable visage of Helen Broderick in a scene with Ginger.