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Adventures of Tom Sawyer wave

105 "Gramps, isn't there a better way to get the tooth out...aarrrrrghhh!?"

104 "Okay, that's step two, his neck is now broken. Now watch closely for step three...his head will come clean off..."

The Set Up ?that he was accustomed to and which, of course, yielded nothing?no, this time it was big money or nothing. He consulted a seasoned pro in the fight game and was given the inside track on a wager that could make him rich. The only problem was?

What's New, Pussycat? Lion in Winter or The Young Lions

Impromptu stultifying

The Dancer Upstairs ?which was quite appalling really since he was not aware such goings took place at Roger?s and made a note to complain about this at the earliest convenience, paying for it, that is. At least it didn?t ruin the reunion since no one remembered anything anyway. Meantime Chauncy?s was doing well and they congratulated themselves accordingly although...

The Andrew Sisters Little Women or Orphans of the Storm

Random Harvest poo poo

Hi Chris Bruckner has never a done a thing for me. Unbelievably tedious. And yet so highly respected in many circles. He is still often played. But I can't get anywhere with it. Nice thread, Chris. I'll keep it mind. laffite

20,000 Leagues Under the Sea frequently

Call of the Wild (1993) Boy Meets Dog next: Merlin

Mr and Mrs Smith siesta

Jackie, you are great at a propos photos. I confess I am not familiar with either Kay English nor Dorothy Sebastian (sorry to say, heh heh) but I am, uh, most impressed. I wonder if they are looking for a position aboard ship...I just happen to have some openings. That Dorothy looks rather formidable, not only in the obvious ways, but also with that firearm and that severe Colette glare. It is said that Colette never got caught smiling for a photo, I hope the same can't be said for Dorothy. Miss English is quite fetching. Thank you so much for posting these. Swashbuclettes are a joy to behold . Laffite

>Monsieur Pirate! Howdy do. Good to see you back! Merci bien mon amie for your welcome back. You wrote this on the 10 Rillington Thread but I'm answering you here because I loved your stuff on Westward the Women. It's been a long time since I've seen this but I have vivid memories on how much I liked it, though the details be hazy. So different, so un-Hollywood (not meant disparagingly). I remember a brief tableau---I think it was after a main event of the film, perhaps the birth (or death) of someone---the camera pulls back and we see the wagon train continue on in the distance with the bones of cattle carcasses in the foreground, a rather arty turn, I thought. Correct me if I'm wrong but I seem to remember that there was a dearth of music throughout, a classy thing that shows a willingness to present the action without a great deal of manipulation. Instead what we get is long periods of just sound effects and dialogue with the overall effect of genuine reality (a sort of semi-documentary effect?) to the action. But perhaps I'm wrong about the music, though. In the Quibble Department, I remember chiding the movie for having the women do so well in fashioning such attractive clothing from what little they had to work with prior to their grand entrance in the finale. But who can underestimate you women! You gals can do anything . If I get to this movie again I'll remember this thread and hopefully revive it with remarks a bit more substantive that these. laffite

She reminds a little of Polly Walker, especially around the eyes.

Grandfather (?) All My Sons or The Son

Ride the Pink Horse ?a popular locution that meant trying 21?s new controversial entr?e, the problem being that it was from real horsemeat (with that delectable new pink sauce) which had the Peta people waxing indignant but I could hardly be bothered by that since looking over my shoulder I espied none other than Vito who must have tailed me and?

Tea with Mussolini ?, which was rather draining, not only because I don?t like tea but because I don?t speak a word of Italian. Not knowing the language was probably a blessing and made Sal Anthony?s that much more fun, especially due to...

Hi! Ah, leave it to the Good Cinemaven to offer such a greeting! Thanks! At the moment I am fine and I hope to continue that way (who was it who said that life is too short to be mysterious, hmm). Hope all is well with you too? I must catch up with some of your more recent musings around here. laffite

Hi Chris, how are you! Glad you liked Eroica. And you too, Casablanca. Here are three versions (on the same youtube clip) of that same sequence from the second movement that so did in that stuffy old Count. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8RFG5rGVL1s laffite

>Any other music strike your fancy today? How about this! My favorite version of this song. Sadly, this one is not available on ITunes...or anywhere for that matter. Unless I'm not looking hard enough.

>Can?t Stop the Music in their heads. So all bets and plans were off, they returned home, married twins and lived happily ever after...Meanwhile, back in the big apple, Don and Roger were happily making plans to? Stand By Me ...which would be quite a feat since I was in Pittsburgh, PA, having left the Big Apple due to wild rumors of a...

The Fortune Cookie doubt

>I think you are finding irony that everyone else misses. If the aria is so difficult (it sounds like it is-it's beautiful) then maybe the singer wanted to showcase his talent? Maybe the inside joke is the Italian is like the character in Der Rosenkavalier and is the Italian performing for the Germans... Hi Casablanca, thanks for responding. There may be an inside joke there, true?but perhaps not the one you suggest. The Italian General was singing to himself in his room and the German carping came from other rooms. Also, I failed to mention that only a few lines were sung, and in a baritone rather than a tenor voice, making the effort seem much easier than the Pavarotti clip. Nevertheless, the inside joke could be that here we have the Germans making these complaints without realizing that the music is actually coming from one of their own (i.e., Strauss).