Jane Greer (1924-2001)
A clip from Out of the Past with Robert Mitchum
Jane Greer (1924-2001)
A clip from Out of the Past with Robert Mitchum
Pre-holiday busyness and NaNoWriMo lagging, with a desire not to let this feature get further behind, led to this quickie post, with some actresses I had not seen before, 2 in films available now on YouTube, which is always nice to find. Kay Kendall’s Les Girls has clips on YT, and is available on Amazon Prime.
That’s life. Whichever way you turn, fate sticks out a foot to trip you.
–Al Roberts, Detour
As I return to our TT feature, I decided to put the Tuesday spotlight on Ann Savage. More specifically, I want to look for a few moments at Ann Savage as Vera in Detour. Detour is one of those films from the 1940’s that the studios were cranking out weekly. I read some disparaging remarks about this movie more than once, one reviewer stating that all you could see of L.A. in the film was a ‘parking lot.’ One account said that the movie was shot in six days, but it was reported elsewhere that it took 14 days at a budget of $30,000. I didn’t bother to give sources, as it was impossible to know what’s truth, except that the movie had no huge budget and yet it has aged so very well.
The posed photo of Ann above is adorable, but how I remember her is like this, the hitchhiker from hell.
There is some debate about whether Vera is a femme fatale. She is not overly flirtatious and there is no sex implied. But the fast-talking hustler Vera is beautiful, mean, vicious, heartless, and manipulating. Next to Tom Neal as Al Roberts, she is strong as iron, Al being a pessimist, and a bit limp, is just a guy stuck in a situation he could not have predicted.
No new Tuesday feature this week, but instead a replay of an enchanting lady–
p.s. there will be a few replays this week, but I will try and keep them interesting!
Carole Lombard was stunning. Dazzling. Bombshell? Most assuredly.
According to some, she was the highest paid actress in the late 1930’s. But the film I keep coming back to, the one I want to see again is My Man Godfrey (1936) with William Powell. I was mesmerized. I fell in love for the hour and one half that she was on the screen. It wasn’t for her platinum blonde hair. It was for her eyes and her smile, and most notably, she made me laugh.
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“You’re a big game hunter, not a philosopher. Who cares how a jaguar feels?”
“Perhaps the jaguar does,” observed Whitney.
The Most Dangerous Game, by Richard Connell
I am an avid reader and listener of James Patrick at CinemaShame . It’s a great website with a concept I can really wrap my teeth around, as I have mentioned before. So I won’t get into that today, but do visit, also on Twitter @CinemaShame. I also have a Twitter account separate from the one where I write my poems which is So Long Holly @movielovebogart.
This year there are monthly prompts at Cinema Shame, and May was no exception, with a buddy prompt, whereby we each hook up with a pal and share our all-time favourite movies, and they choose one from the list that they have not seen before. In this case, I hooked up with Eric Jones at Deacon’s Den, another blog worthy of a read. I get a kick out of his reviews, especially movies I have not seen yet. Many are not in my ‘wheelhouse’ as they say, so they also expand my horizons some. Eric read one of my favourite films, if not my number one fave, The Third Man. His review is live now on his blog.
The film I watched at Eric’s prompting was The Most Dangerous Game from 1932. My first thought as I looked over the IMDB.com listing was ‘how did I never hear about this movie?’ I suppose like most things, it all comes down to money and advertising.
We went to see Solo: A Star Wars Story last week, which prompted us to rent the first three Star Wars films, meaning the three prequels that came out after the dynamic three from the seventies and eighties. I gave each one between 2-21/2 stars each. It doesn’t really matter which was which, as I truly did not enjoy myself except in spots. After we watched Revenge of the Sith, I was so depressed we watched Spaceballs to feel better. But this is not about the Star Wars franchise, this is about Carrie Fisher, who died in December, 2016.
As we return this year to an older feature, ‘Tantalizing Tuesdays’, let’s finish our peek at the work of Greta Garbo we began in December.
I never said, ‘I want to be alone.’ I only said, ‘I want to be left alone.’ There is all the difference.
– Greta Garbo
Mesmerizing. When Greta Garbo is on the screen, it is her eyes I am seeking out, her many-faceted expressions that add so much more to the dialogue than just words. It is more than tactile, innate beauty. There are many people born, as some would say, ‘classically beautiful.’ But there was something else, something I cannot name, coming from inside her.
Here is my recent post in Cinema Shame, with my 2018 list of 12 films I have never seen that I resolve to watch this year.
If you like movies, I think you should check out this website, especially the podcasts.
I post my writing at Are You Thrilled, but you might have seen me around on Twitter talking about movies at So Long Holly via @movielovebogart . This list has been pulled and pushed, items deleted, replaced, and added back in. Tonight, in the spirit of being decisive, I will leave the list as is, and keep the others for alternates to watch when (if) the first dozen are finished. I watch countless films in a year’s time, but I am such a scofflaw when it comes to yearly resolutions. So let’s have at it–there is no time to lose!
In 2017 I had a list but did not officially post it. The two I remember from that list are Raging Bull , which I wrote about in a stand-alone post, and The Deer Hunter. Here is a clip featuring the late John Cazale
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I present to you for our Tuesday girl the luminous Greta Garbo. I have watched her in many films, including one in Swedish and a silent picture. But none captivated me as much as her performance in Camille. It is so compelling that I think it is easy to consider that is the real Greta Garbo up there. She managed to jump into talkies from silent movies, and in English, and still pulled it off with such grace and style.
Here she is with John Gilbert in Flesh and the Devil. I love watching her even without that wonderful voice of hers.
In Inspiration she turns a very young Robert Montgomery into a mess of nerves. She leaves her date behind and leaves the party with him instead. It is the start of an interesting May-September romance.
I won’t give away the ending, as Inspiration is worth the ride.
I’m not funny. What I am is brave.
Maybe, Lucy, maybe, but baby you are damned funny as well. You brightened up many sad moments in my life in which it was difficult to summon a smile, let alone a laugh. But you did it girl, and I thank you.
If Lucy were alive, I would ask if the comedy was part of the plan, or did she just go with her strengths. I saw her in a few earlier films, pre-I Love Lucy and she was talented and glamorous. Gorgeous.