laffite
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_Howdy Texanna_
*oh you're not afraid of a sweet little texan girl?
*Yes, I am. (Do Texas girls pack six-guns?) And I eschew the pastime of Texas hold'em with Texas gals, even sweet ones. I'd much rather go square dancing with them. Yeah, I know, I've become dull
_Hey lz_
*...and I have a sneaky feeling the old girl cheats.*
Ha ha, good one...looking at this picture again, can there be any doubt? Gee, I wonder if Texas girls cheat too?
laffite, who knows more about the rolling main than the rolling prairie
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*Barb Posted:*
Actually we have an opening for Ship's Kitty. Can this feline use a sword? Or better yet a machete? (A real one, of course).
L
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The Blackboard Jungle
nw : forty-six
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*okay johhny on the spot Laffite!*
Okay Babbie, to the beat
*here it is, and its a doozy.*
Can you tell, I'm a-gettin' woozy
*tll make you laugh and i had fun with it*
Easy to see that it's a hit
*its not very long, but i think you find it funny. heehee!*
Verily verily I am filled with glee
*Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, on the spot*
Laffite, laffite is in a pickle
His life worth not a single nickel
For here a blow and here a tickle
But yes they say that fate is fickle.
*Your rummy will never show up on the dot.*
So true, so true, I might switch to pot
Or walk the plank or sit and rot
For til the Greer returns the rum Jamaican
My gut will fore'er and e'er be forsaken.
*Shall you fall in love with lucy van pelt*
I shan?t, I shan?t, this could ne?er ne'er be,
What nightmare horror from which I?d flee,
What fate I can but scarce imagine
I?d rather be flung deep down a dungeon.
*and when you kiss her*
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
*she?ll most likely have to stand on stilts.*
She can herself save all the trouble
For I am gone and on the double,
She can have her stilt or some such widget
But in vain---for away go I from that fussbudget.
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(ducking for cover, heh heh)
Okay, so I know you're wondering,
how can it be that the celebrated
swashbuckler Jean Lafitte Laffite
could possibly turn away from his
fabulous exploits on the rolling main
in favor of writing such "verses" as
above...well, let me tell you, it helps
a great deal when you're psychotic.
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*she uses fake machetes, havent you heard?*
Yes, I did hear that. And that she was trained in the art of virtuoso machete shenanegans by...let's see, who was that now...the foremost authority of fake machete use...gee, who am I trying to think of...
La Capitaine ButterscotchGreer
Girl Pirate Extraordinaire
Fake Machete Virtuoso Supreme
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Hi Barb
Ditto on both Maria and Brenda. Both were convincing and memorable. I haven't seen any of the Tarzan movies and I probably won't. I think I want to remember Brenda as Fern Simon. I remember looking her up on IMBD and I don't think she did much. I'm a little curious about The Whispering Ghost though.
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*"Hello, Phyllis, How would like to go out with a world class swashie..." Nah.*
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*I think you were on the right track with that one. Always best to play up your strengths.
*Think so? Hmm, maybe I'll try it. Now, let's see, where's that number again...
I may have to show her few maneuvers with my machete. I wonder if she's into machetes. If not, I can always serve green tea.
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*Yes, there is only one me around here. Ahem.*
In other words, I shouldn't listen to rumors. Oooooo-kaaaaay
*You want Phyllis Crane's number? You got it!*
Phyllis Crane. I like it.
"Hello, Phyllis, you don't know me, but..." Nah.
"Hello, Phyllis, A friend of mine gave me your number and I was wonderin'..." Nah.
"Hello, Phyllis, I saw you on screen and you are the most..." Nah.
"Hello, Phyllis, How would like to go out with a world class swashie..." Nah.
(sigh)
Oh well, It's a nice number, anyway.
*You don't think she'll talk to you? Ohh, come now. How's the reception on the boat?*
Fine, so long as it doesn't rain (and my cell phone has batteries). Well, I didn't want to talk to her anyway. But I could've if I wanted to.
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*FrankGrimes*, if that's really you, could you get this girl's phone number and give it to me please. Thanks.
ps Not that she would talk to me, or anything...I just like phone numbers.
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*i would not mind at all, monsieur laffite! in fact i can play a purty good game of texas hold'em, and i wouldnt mind playing her or anybody else for that matter.
*Mon Dieu, Mademoiselle Texanna, I may not want to play cards with you either. You'll excuse me, then...I'll be outside waiting for the rains. Oh, BTW, does it rain in Texas?
L
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*okay, johnny im working on on song right now,*
Goody!
*but in the mean time i found a DVD copy of 1968 version of Midsummer night's Dream with Helen!!!*
Terrific! So it is out on DVD, then. You will like it, I'm sure...
_Hey Chris!_
*Can you point me in the direction of Lafitte's works?*
I had to laugh. I don't think said "poems" could be classified as "works." They are exercises in silliness and as Theresa so aptly puts it, they are just for fun. They would not, nor were they meant to, withstand any serious criticism.
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*Her Lady Esketh ostensibly seems indifferent to the rest of the world, and this showed in Loy's every movement -- a sort of haughty, reserved bemusement and a steely yet wanton self-indulgence, deliberate and cold, but you could sense something empty there, waiting for her heart to find a home. Through Dr. Safti, who initially is just another would-be boy toy to be enjoyed and then discarded, she discovers that love not only enriches the beloved and the one who loves, but reaches out to embrace all of life.*
So true. Her end is too sad. Yes, as *Ro* points out, she achieves redemption but is still quite denied in other respects. When she finally finds what she wants, she is told she can?t have it. And then when it seems within reach?
Meantime, we learn, as *lzcutter* points out, that there is this cynical been-there, done-that thing with Ransome that provides some entertaining banter while telling us that Lady Esketh has been unlucky in love in the past and then we find out about this current marriage with a man who is more interested in horses (was it horses?) than anything else and comes across as a kind of oaf. Still, she comes a long way from her comment ?Ransome, you have turned into a windbag,? revealing her insensitivity to the locals (in response to Ransome?s perhaps unexpected little speech about how much the rain and the crops meant to the natives) to the woman who is scrubbing floors and tending the sick (those same locals) with a demeanor totally alien to what *Barb* so nicely writes of above.
Ransome and Fern change too. I love their early scene, their little chat. Brenda Joyce, to her credit, does not come across too saccharine, too cutesy. She is so cute in her own right she might very well have overdone it. She thinks he is a man of the world and he respects her but thinks she?s a child. He talks to her as if she is one (?Oh no, I?m over 18, I?m a woman?) and executes a good double take when she implicates him with her problems (she wants to borrow money but he didn?t know that at first.) She recognizes the phoniness of her family and wants to go away. By the time the film ends she has forgotten all about going anywhere because she has Ransom as well as adopting a generally more mature attitude about her life and exhibiting a caring responsibility for Edwina's plight at the end. At the beginning of the film Ransome is dissolute and a bit jaded with everything but he ends up giving up the sauce and becoming primary aid to the Maharani. He also ends up thinking Fern not so the child anymore. They have a nice scene when he returns to his rooms to find her there. She is the would-be femme fatale exacting minor threats which he brushes off and sends her to his room to change (she is wet from the rain.) She emerges later with clothes too big and one of his ties as a belt looking like a waif?and with a totally charming smile. That was the end for him. She got her man at that moment. (I'm not sure that this is a match made in heaven, though---I give them six months
)Tyrone is okay but with his usual blandness (ducking for cover) but redeems himself at the end of the film when his character comes alive. He, too, undergoes change. His breakdown at the end is really well done. Ransome has to grab him and shake him silly to snap out of it and he just barely makes it. His ardor for Lady Esketh finds expression at last and it is real and it shows.
And I ask you this:
How would you like to play cards with this gal? As for me, I'll take my leave. You can find me outside waiting for the rains.
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*you really are in a hurry arent you?*
Okay, then, what about 20 minutes. Is 20 minutes good?
*i dont think email was around when captain jack sparrow was alive silly!*
He's still alive. He told me that a greergoil stole his compass. I said, "You mean "gargoyle," and he said, "No, greergoils are ten times worse than gargoyles," and I said, "Oh."
*i am not a gree goil, whatever gave you that idea?*
"Cause greergoils (not gree goil, _greer_ goil, g-r-e-e-r, you know, as in Jane Greer), they like to steal rum from pirates and hide it. Like you do.
*! heehee! im not a statue in case you havent noticed yet!*
If you were a statue, it would show you running off with a bottle of pirate rum in your i love lucy purse with you saying, "heehee."
*if you drink any of that nasty rum, your brains will get all mushy and then they will fall olut of you, do you wish for that to happen? no, of course you dont!*
Yes, I would! I really would!
*Aw, come on, that's the oldest gag in the book. No pirate would fall for that one*
*yes he would! i think any pirate could fall for it, if Babbie were here to persuade them.*
Nope! Babbie can wrap a minister around her little pinkie...but not a pirate (unless she has a case of rum with her).
*i could even help her with my puppy dog eyes...its very effective!*
Puppy dog eyes cut no ice with swashies, even Butterscotchy ones. And especially if said swashy is thirsty for the excellent Jamaican rum that he got swiped of by a greer
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*...who ends up surviving some of the most frightening historical events ever shown on TV.....*
As usual, the memory dim, but I remember being fascinating at the time with this one. And some of it IS kind of frightening. The venerable one, Alistair Cooke, either at the beginning of the series, or maybe it was at the beginning of the episode in question, actually issued a "viewer discretion" advisory in his opening. It was the last sentence before the episode began and the look on his face suggested, (albeit faintly), "I know you're not used to hearing that on PBS...but there it is."
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*In the new one, I thought that Julia was horribly miscast.*
When the new one was first mentioned, it was, coincendentally, #2 in my queue. The negative vibes have induced me to shove under the rug a bit. Should I scrap it all together? I did not see the original so I wouldn't have anything to compare it too.
The picture, posted below by FF, is indeed Ian Holm as Puck. I read somewhere that this is a role that comes to any young aspiring English male actor as a part of their apprenticeship and it's amusing that everyone seems to dread having to do it. In a way I can see that, kind of a pain-in-the-neck role...but Ian does such a good job in that 1969 version. I don't know whether he hated doing it or not, but if he did, it sure doesn't show.
Also from the same movie, here is Oberon. Who can name this guy? I wanted someone to take a stab at it when I posted this several weeks ago. I was not even aware who this was while watching recently and when I find out I had a sort of wow moment. He is more readily recognized by American audiences as an older man and who has had some really big hits of late on the BBC trail.
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*how many minutes will it take me to find the rum? let me think, is 10 years a suitable time range?*
I was hoping for a little sooner. Why don't we say, uh...10 minutes. Hey, that's a good idea...10 minutes, wow, what a good idea that is! Gosh, I'm so smart. Yeah, that works for me...so what do you think, is 10 minutes good?
*you need that special compass Captain Jack Sparrow has that points you to whatever you most desire..*
I emailed the Captain to see if I could borrow it and he said it was stolen. They suspect a certain greergoil in the area, the peripatetic, peregrinating, Princess of Purloin who perpetually pilfers paraphernalia from pirates. These greergoils are particularly adept at stealing rum and hiding it. Say, you're not a greergoil...are you?
*"nobody move! i dropped me brain!"~Jack Sparrow...see thats what will come of you drinking your rum!*
Nooooo, that's what will come of me if I _don't_ drink my rum. And it will be all your fault.
*i know thy too well, to outdo thoust opponent. heehee! besides didnt you see errol? he hoisted his opponents colors to trick them into being friendly, then when his crew got close enough he hoisted his own colors and attacked!!!!!*
Aw, come on, that's the oldest gag in the book. No pirate would fall for that one...even if he dropped his brain. Which, of course, he wouldn't if he had some rum to drink.
Yeah, 10 minutes is good. Yeah, that'll work.
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*You hit all the right notes in describing the mesmerizing total effect of this*
*overlooked fantasy: its nightmare-while-awake Expressionist cinematography, its "tall-tale" American iconographic folksiness wedded to an indeed timeless morality tale about living A good life, instead of THE good life, the inspired casting, most notably Walter Huston as the Devil and Edward Arnold as Daniel. And of course Simon Simone as the bewitching Belle, who is enough to send ANY man over the mountain.*
That's a nice paragraph, *Barb*. You and *Molo*, both, could have been movie reviewers (as well as a few others around here.)
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*i'd be fascinated to learn more about how someone bonr in a catholic country (spain) would have adjusted to life in england when it was her marriage to henry viii that set off the conflict with the roman catholic church.*
Hi *Anita*
The link below will get you to the BBC Thread and close (I hope) to *Molo* 's post on the Catharine of Aragon episode from the original series done some 35-40 years ago by the BBC and which was broadcast on PBS way back then. *Molo* has some screen caps there and a little history there as well, if you would like to visit. The entire series (3 discs) is available at Netflix. If this link doesn't work, the BBC Thread is in Favorites. *Molo* 's post was on Feb 6. laffite
http://forums.turnerclassicmovies.com/jive/tcm/thread.jspa?threadID=139976&start=80&tstart=0
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*A little while ago I was able to sneak some minutiae about the life of Catherine of Aragon in the BBC thread. There is not a lot of demand for that kind of information these days.
*More than you know, my good man, more than you know...
That was a fine post over there and it inspired me to revisit those productions of The Big Guy and His Gals and I have been enjoying. I am challenged for not knowing the background all that well and your remarks regarding Catharine were helpful. As soon as I get a chance I want to make a few comments of my own, so keep an eye over there, okay? In the next few days, I hope. Nothing special, mind you, and no history, just some reactions. And maybe something about AnnB as well. I know she has a bad rep (due to a bad rap?) but I have to tell you, I kind of admire that Ann in some ways. laffite -
PEE-WEE HERMAN
LITTLE WOMEN or THE INCREDIBLE SHRINKING MAN
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*The Rains Came with Tyrone Power and Myrna Loy and some incredible special effects is not to be missed...*
I like this movie so much that the first thing that comes to mind _is not_ the special effects. There are other items of interest. For instance, Brenda Joyce.
Definitely a cutie. When I saw this movie for the first time I thought, "Who is this and why wasn't she more famous?" George Brent in a good role, he's somewhat of a rake, a little like Buck Cantrell. He and Myrna have some entertaining exchanges. I'll say no more...except I'm glad TCM is finally showing it. -
*okey dokey, i forgive you! but this doesnt mean im showing you where i hid the rum*
*poor laffite, i hid the rum*
*poor laffite, the pain in his tum*
*he cant find the place,*
*for the look on his face*
*'tis pity his lack of finding*
*okay that was really silly, but i wrote it in like two minutes, give me some time! heehee!*
Hey, that?s not bad for two minutes. Now how many minutes will it take you to find the rum and to bring it hence. If it be in earnest ?a pity his lack of finding,? then why wouldst thou, Our Perpetual Princess of Purloin, withhold it thus. I would imbibe most hardily, most hardily, I say, if our aforesaid Princess would declare the whereabouts of said libation. That way I can go get it and drink it.
Pirates of yore hoisted the goold ole JollyR to scare their adversaries into immediate surrender. This means you have be really skeered and go find my rum. Get it? Are you skeered?
Jean (on the spot) Laffite
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*I'll take the job, provided I get a daily bottle of rum to go with my Whiskas.*
You're hired. Rum will be rationed in accordance with ship's policy (although we have a shortage of late as someone keeps running of with it. I won't say who)
Okay on the Whiskas, but don't even think Fancy Feast. We're in a recession.