laffite

Reed, Donna

Vast Valley (2024) it hasn't been made yet

Emil Jannings (maybe) next: same last name of a famous composer

Carrington (90s)

Wow, I am so sorely clueless in the monster/horror genre. I know not of Mole People, Crawling Eyes, abominable whatevers, Dracula types, and the ilk. I am in the habit of claiming that I don't like these movies because they don't scare me. Of other more intellectual reasons to watch I am of course out in the cold for obvious reasons. The first time i got scared by a movie was in 1951. My older bother and I lived in Honolulu and we attended The Frogmen at the BOQ, an outdoor movie theater on a military base. This is not a horror movie by any stretch but it must be noted that I was so young that I had not yet learned to assimilate the world in many of its aspects, not a jot, and that to me these underwater swimmers were in deep ****, that is say, drowning. I couldn't take it. I remember (very vaguely) rolling in agony on the aisle screaming my bloody head off. I still don't understand why they let me carry on like that for so long. Surely I was interfering with the enjoyment of others. Where was my brother during harrowing agany I should like to know. wasn't he as a dutiful older brother supposed to take care of me. Someone gently said to me look and see the bubbles coming fro the air tanks, they wont' drown. As if I were to buy a phony story like that. An inauspicious beginning to my horror moving watching but call me not the wimp, I watched all of the Sci-Fie classics that played in the theaters. They disturbed me not. Sci-Fi actually Horror? My mother, however, said no when Tarantula was scheduled on that Saturday matinee. I had once complained some time earlier that every time I closed my eyes I saw spiders crawling flitting my line of “vision.” Aw, come on, Mom! Drat! To no avail, she was firm. House on Haunted Hill scared me a little. One of the most traumatic of all cinematic experiences was a scene where a lovely woman looked through a pair of binoculars and ... O God, well you know it. That bothered me for a long time. That haunted me almost as much as spiders. Back to Earth, I recently saw Journal of a Crime (1934), aired by TCM. Ruth Chatterton has an early scene where she plays up to her husband fearing that she is about to lose him. The story turns dark and Ruth’s mental state goes south. She is absolutely riveting like this. I haven’t seen a whole lot of Adolphe Menjou but he is decidely grave, more than usual (I think). Claire Dodd was okay, I think. Think because I don’t seem to remember much about her. I may be wrong about this but I think that the story is meant to be somewhat ambiguous at the end. Of the two possible interpretations I have chosen what I feel the less popular choice. But I’m okay with either. That there is even two possible choices may be just an overzealous imagination on my part. I enjoyed the show. Oh Ruth, why weren’t you born later. We could have seen so much more of you than we have. **** = d o o d o o ////

Quills

No eXit Loretta or Robert

Loretta ! activitist

One of the most erotic ever.

Osborne, Robert

Uhler, Paul

The "we" that whomsoever it was that go so disturbed is standard usage. A figure of speech, so to speak. A general we that means most people. If this person is still in pain about it, just know that it is okay to feel that you may not belong to that we and need have an identity crisis.

Days of Wine and Roses

A Mother's Courage: The Mary Thomas Story ('89) next : swimming

Honolulu

Tom Terrific

Shane next. Dorothy Malone

Maybe there is a certain cover in relative anonymity. Get somebody from a second-rate Burg. But yeah, he walked right into it at the end. I was thinking that the conventional wisdom in this sort of Biz is that if you threaten to back out (even though you eventually go through it), it means your goose is cooked. If so (though it's probably not, though it seemed true in this case), he sure didn't have a clue (and he is no newbie). But what did he think the guy meant on the other end of the line when the latter said, "You're in trouble." for wanting out. Yeah, Rat-Fat Boy is a dump in the dump he lives in, but did he not radiate a certain cool at the party, at least until he stands up (after he shows off by defeating two adversaries at arm wrestling (if that is what that was). I thought he looked good with that beard, I mean not bad for someone who collects sewer rats. I did not think the acting was so bad, I don't think a flick like this needs Award-winning performances, and the voice over though veering perilously close to---what? Cheesiness?---whatever ... still worked, That guy's voice made it work.

It's just a movie. And you admit you get the movie as it wanted you to see it. I take exception to "mansplaining." Which means what? That I condone rape or all to willing to play it down. Perish the thought! If you knew what a gentleman I am, you would blush.

It shows. Maybe you should take up The Hallmark Channel. Though I must warn you. There are scenes when the Nice Young Man may look at the Nice Young Woman with approbation. The degree of which may be troublesome for some viewers.

An arresting shot (or I hope not a shot). In the 90s, Russell Baker, an opt-ed columnist for the New York Times saw an ad for a movie with a gun pointed right at the reader, much like this photo, and wrote a column about it. He decried this practice, owning to at least a mild discomfort of being on the other end of a pointed gun, and for having only to commit the innocuous action of opening a page in a newspaper. Knowing Mr Baker, and for most of us here who remember him and his writings, will not no doubt suspect that there was a level of tongue-in-cheek in his remarks.

Why did he do that? Why is it necessary to check the strike indentation of the firing pin? Did he suspect something wrong with the gun? Perhaps because of its source? Anyway, thanks. I don't know much about guns, duh.

Okay, it looked bad but the movie does not want us to see it quite that way. It was more an expression of loneliness and social ineptitude (quite!), along those lines. The context of the character and story, etc., undermines the very serious claim "attempted rape."

I think it's what they do, to lose the gun after a job. What was he doing with the gun, the preparatory stuff, while sitting on the bed?

The Hallmark Channel should air Blast of Silence as part as their Christmas fare. That should shake up a few souls.