Posts from the ‘Film’ Category


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  1. 2 has become a Pogo Stick King.  Something about seeing a kid pogo sticking brings joy to my heart.  Ah, to be able to aimlessly jump up and down, not a care in the world. 

Over dinner with my kids this evening, this conversation was heard…(Do note that names have been changed to protect the Guilty)

  1. 2 says: “Did Potential-Hoodlum-That-You-Two-Sometimes-Hang-Out-With have to go back to jail?”

Both the Manchild and the Manchild’s Sister looked at him much like Marcia Brady used to do Cindy when she tattled.  “Nice going.”

You know what my favorite part about the kids going through this Stay-With-Dad phase is?  Secrets!  “Let’s not tell Mom this because she will be pissed.” 

Ok, let’s pick this apart, shall we? 

Why would Mom be opposed to my Darlings being friendly with Butthead-Down-The-Street-Who-REALLY-Likes-The-Feel-Of-Handcuffs-Round-His-Wrists?   Hmmm….maybe it has something to do with that time I caught him destroying my neighbors Christmas decorations?  Or the time I caught him destroying an election sign in my yard?  And any number of other times I’ve caught this kid in the act of THINKING about doing something he isn’t supposed to?

He has asked my kids “Why doesn’t your Mom like me?”  Ummmmm…..let me count the ways.

I can always count on #2 to fill in the blanks.  I think stuff like this is the reason they like to stay at Dad’s more than Mom’s.  Oh Lord Jesus, rock my babies…

Oh, how I wish I could elaborate on some funny things I hear at my workplace.  Oh heavenly day…everyday I learn something new and it don’t have to do a THING with work. Next time you see me, axscht me.

And on another un-related note…I got to visit a tad with my oldest/newest close friend, Eric the Brilliant Singer/Songwriter/Film-maker  a week or so ago.  (This is him with our other school chum, the most wonderful and amazing John.  (I still have a hard time calling him “John” for he was “Johnny” to me from First Grade on.  ericjohn

Y’all know my Old School Chums are people I’m quite sentimental and mushy about.  Guys like these are dear to me in a way I can’t quite explain and being able to re-connect with the likes of them has been a huge gift.  Something about knowing people pre-puberty and to be able to sit down with them and remember the Good Ol’ Days at 40 is just plain wonderful. 

ANYHOO, I say all that to lead into telling you how you too can own your very own copy of Eric’s amazing movie “Everyone But You” that I have watched now probably 20 times.  Listen to me people…it is THAT good.  Go get you one.  You will thank me profusely for the suggestion of adding this to your dvd collection.  

Eric is one of the nicer guys around and you will absolutely fall in love with him, his songs and his cool metal house out in the middle of  Wherethehayellisthat, Colorado?  I’m not gonna shut up about how much I love this movie and how these songs of his are what the Nashville Hacks Cats SHOULD be singing.  If the mainstream public could have a chance to hear this stuff…

Natasha Richardson

I was hoping and praying that we would follow Natasha Richardson’s miraculous recovery from her head injury on a ski slope in Canada. I was hoping that maybe the lack of details on her condition this morning meant that it natasha1wasn’t as bad as I was thinking. I mean, beautiful 45 year old, Tony Award winning actresses like Natasha Richardson, with sons near around the age of my own, aren’t supposed to die in their prime.  Right???

I can’t help but think about that scene from Love, Actually where Liam Neeson, who is now Natasha’s widower, is delivering the eulogy at his wife’s funeral. Who would have ever thought? (Couldn’t find a clip on You Tube of it.  It’s wonderful)



Oscar Babblings

People from India are not Americans, but, I suppose they are natives of some sort.  The question is, is it “proper” to call them “Indians?”  Or will the PC Poo-leece come after me?   (Not that I care but you know…)

My boyfriend Jimmy Kimmel brought up a really good point last night on his Post-Oscar broadcast…they brought those kids that were in Slumdog Millionaire to Hollywood for the ceremony but can you imagine how hard it will be for them to return after that????

I love Hugh Jackman.

I wanted Mickey Rourke to win.

Philip Seymour Hoffman’s Doo Rag should’ve disqualified him for even being nominated. 

Oh and speaking of PSH, I’m not gonna point fingers but did notice on one of our local news channels (:cough: WKRN:cough:) they were running graphics on nominees and they spelled “Seymour” wrong.  Don’t mean to split hairs but if you’re gonna do a job like that, it might behoove one to do the homework?  Or am I just being silly?

I was a bit comforted to see Sean Penn whip out his “cheaters” to read his speech cause anymore, I can’t read nothing without mine.   He’s older than me, yes, but,  it made the whole Cheater thing ok to see Jeff Spicoli needing some help reading.

Sophia Loren and Shirley MacLaine make Senior Citizenry not look all that bad.n  And Meryl Streep too.  Dadgum.

The In Memoriam segment was kinda lame.  It lacked the “awwww” factor because of the way they timed the clips and photos. They should’ve asked me to do the Power Point on that.  Gah.



I Know You Are But What Am I

I think I know who mighta stolen Lance Armstrong’s bike

Miz Collie and the Dixie Daince Kings

Somebody had left a comment on my Brentwood post from a long time ago and it reminded me that I had something scanned from old Brentwood that’s particularly interesting…



In this picture….the guy in the red jacket is one Burt Reynolds.  The place is the OLD OLD Concord Store on the corner of Concord Rd. and Wilson Pike.  The occasion is the filming of WW and the Dixie Dance Kings“.   The other guy is the late actor Bill McCutcheon (known to Chick Flick lovers everywhere as Owen Jenkins in Steel Magnolias ….”HELL! Owen Jenkins! Have you shrunk?”)

This was sometime in 1974.  I was 5. I remember one morning my mother being kindly pumped, throwing me in the car (I wasn’t in school yet) and us going up the street.  We parked on the bridge on Concord Rd. over the railroad tracks and walked up to the little store. 

There was all sortsa commotion going on and there were people lined up across the street from the store.  If memory serves, it was mostly women lined up.  I remember when Burt emerged from the trailer in the red jacket, the women,(even my normally calm, sedate mother) going NUTS.  This was not too terribly long after Burt posed for Cosmo.  Warning: Before you go to this link, Burt had NOT been waxed.  Ew) Here it is incase you’ve never seen it.   Burt was hot during this era.  Kinda like the George Clooney of the time without the Celebutardness. 

More than Burt, I can remember standing in the old lady that lived across the street’s yard and poor thing….everybody was standing on her irises and she was not happy about  it.  I wouldn’t have been happy neither.  I love irises and they don’t bloom that long and I don’t know that I’d want to give mine up for Burt Reynolds either.

I’ve only seen this movie once.  Who has a copy of it?

A Happy Refrain

It’s another edition of Feel Good Friday and what better way to feel good this first FGF of 2009 than with a little fiddlin’?  Now, this idn’t the way they fiddle in the Great State of Kentucky, but, that’s ok.  Gene Kelly and Donald O’Connor had it going on.

Gene Kelly rightfully gets a lotta props for his genius, but, Donald O’Connor doesn’t and it’s a shame. You gotta watch this and if you want more O’Connor and Kelly, do yourself a favor and rent Singin’ In The Rain.

It’s not surprising that O’Connor had to have three days of bed rest following the filming of this number right here.  Debbie Reynolds has said that making Singing In The Rain was harder, physically, than giving birth.  Gene Kelly and Stanley Donen worked them near ’bout to death, but, oh my…this stuff is like buttah.

FGF-The Man Who Came To Dinner

The Feel Good Friday offering this week is from the movie that started my obsession with old movies.

Remember it like it was yesterday…I was 13 and it was one of the first times my parents left me at home by myself at night and I found The Man Who Came To Dinner on tv and laughed my hiney off at it. I looked and looked for it for years on video. Would scan the tv schedules looking for it, I’m talking for years…never found it and didn’t see it again til about 1995 when TNT aired it. (I always knew Ted Turner was good for something). It’s available on dvd now though. YEA!

The story goes that the Warner Bros. people were a little not sure about putting this movie out with Monte Wooley in the lead rold because although he had originated the role of Sheridan Whiteside on Broadway, he wasn’t enough of a “known” name to carry the film.  Bette Davis has a secondary role as his secretary but Wooley was unbelievable and carries the movie just fine.  Lotsa fun this movie…love it.

You can’t beat Jimmy Durante at the piano, although one might would want to give him some Ritalin after a little bit. Fabulous.

Evedy-Sing Eeeez Hunky Dunky

My newest favorite Christmas movie is Christmas in Connecticut.  It’s on OnDemand now.  Watch it.  It’s mucho fun and the chemistry betwixt Barbara Stanwyck and Dennis Morgan was such that it makes ya wonder if they were barbara

doing something when the cameras weren’t on.  Plus, you get to hear Dennis Morgan sing.   I love, love, love those old timey, Irish-tenor-ish types.

Van and Bettie

Two obituaries of note this Friday:

Bettie Page, one of the most iconic pin-up types ever (and graduate of Nashville’s Hume-Fogg High School) has died at the age of 85.  picbettiepagefaceforblog

Van Johnson has died at the age of 92.  I always loved seeing Van on documentaries and other interviews about cvr40s-pwvanHollywood’s Golden Age.  His recall was spectacular and he had great stories.  Brigadoon, The Caine Mutiny, Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo, A Guy Named Joe (which TCM shows often.  I think this was the movie he was in the middle of making when he was in a really bad car accident that got him a metal plate in his head)Yours, Mine and Ours (with his longtime buddy Lucille Ball, who was largely responsible for his Hollywood career) and a ton of other movies and theater productions.  He was a goodern.

As For Brokeback Mountain…

I loved it.

I’ve had some interesting comments from some of my Bretheren and Sisteren in Jesus on the subject but to that I say psssshhhht….get over yourselves. 

Anybody who has ever loved somebody intensely (gay, straight, whatever) and varying circumstances prevent you from being with that person….it hits home.

 Once again, I must climb aboard my soapbox and say, yes, I know what the B-I-B-L-E says about that whole subject.  I’m good with it.  I also know that the Good Book has  plenty else to say about sins of all sorts and that Jesus especially got aggravated at Pharisee types. 

Plus, Jake Gyllenhaal  and Heath Ledger are just plain pleasant to watch herding sheep whilst wearing cowboy boots and stuff.  I still don’t get why they gave Ennis a Southern accent cause last I checked, Wyoming isn’t in the South, but, that’s just me. 

How tragic is it that Heath Ledger isn’t around anymore?  Very tragic.  Goodness.

I Think She Likes It

Co-worker flies into my office yesterday afternoon, out of the blue (remember, I don’t know these people that well yet and I don’t know her very well)   She appears at my door and this woman (about 50ish) who I thought was very reserved and took herself very seriously says:

“That car is f$*@#ing AWESOME.” 

After all the years I worked at the Baptist Place, I forget that kinda talk can be said freely at most other places.  She didn’t whisper it or mumble it….said it out loud.  Loved it. 

Make no mistake…the folks at the Baptist Place said it…often.  They just whispered it. 

Something TOTALLY unrelated and random…I was watching that movie Failure To Launch last night with Matthew (Yum) McConahey (how do you spell his name? Who cares?)   I’ve seen it before but that Terry Bradshaw….I think he’s one of the funniest people around.  Obviously, he plays himself pretty much in that movie but my gosh….I laughed so hard at him I thought I was gonna pee my britches.

What Hump?

Feel Good Friday-Halloween Edition-

Happy Halloween and thank you God for Mel Brooks.

The Men We Admire

I may have to cheat on William Holden.  I feel bad about it, yet, I can’t help it.

I have a thing now for Melvyn Douglas. I know.  It’s terrible to be unfaithful, but, Melvyn…he was just the shiznit. 

Even as a crotchety, old fart, and co-starring alongside the oh-so-hot, 39 year old Paul Newman in Hud, (and won an Academy Award) he still had it. 


Somebody else out there loves ’em some Melvyn.  Go here and read it.

While I’m on the subject of Hud, can I just say how fabulous Patricia Neal was and still is?  Patricia Neal is proof of why you need real Southerners to do Southern accents in movies.  Rarely do non-Southern actors pull it off well.  You can just tell the difference betwixt the non-real and real thing, can you not? 

Gawsh…I just kept hoping that Hud would hop on that bus and go off with Alma(Patricia)  at the end. Them two was hotter ‘n a peppah sprout.

Now, look at this and see which line Big Daddy Homer says that is quite profound.  This scene just about gave me chills. These two played off each other so well.

Things You Always Wanted To Know About Charles Laughton

I have been succesful in my plan to do nothing today, for the most part.  Oh, I did the usual tidy-up-the-place things but other than that?  Nada.

I did, however, engage in my guilty pleasure of indulging in a Classic movie that I am now thinking is toward the top of my Top Ten list of favorite classic movies.

I have talked here about my love of Billy Wilder movies.  Today, I watched Witness For The Prosecution that I had DVR’d one day this last week. 

You talk about suspense and a surprise ending?  I’m not going to even talk about how it ended.  Unbelievable.  

They say this was Agatha Christie’s favorite adaptation of any of her work to film.  I can see why. 50 years after its release, this movie has stood the test of time in a big way. You just gotta see it.  If I get started on the plot, I’ll spoil it.  Just rent it off Netflix.  Trust me on this one.

Tyrone Power, (probably the Clooney of his day and this was his last movie.  Died in ’58 of a heart attack. Probably playing this character contributed.  He was quite on-edge in this role. Veins a’poppin’ out of his neck like crazy)  Marlene Dietrich are like buttah as Leonard and Christine.  Dietrich wasn’t a young babe when she made this movie but she was still hawt.  How cool is it we see Dietrich play accordion and sing in this?  Ok, so Streisand she was not, vocally….

I always get little happies when I spot familiar faces in movies and in this one, I spotted John Williams who was the second Mr. French on Family Affair and (squee!) Phillip Tonge who was Mr. Shellhammer in another of my Top Ten’s, Miracle On 34th Street.

For me though, the ones that totally make this movie so fabulous are Charles Laughton and Elsa Lanchester.  These two were such great actors with great chemistry, but, it’s no wonder cause they were married in real life, in spite of the fact that Laughton was gay.  They both got Oscar nominations for their performances as Sir Wilfred and Miss Plimsoll.  Hysterical.

And ya know, the Internets are so full of interesting things.  There is a blog devoted to Charles Laughton.  It’s true.  That’s where I found this picture of Charles, Elsa and their cat! God is so good to give me more useless, uneccesary things to have in my brain.  Remember her? She was the Bride of Frankenstein and a bunch of Disney movies.

Paul Newman 1925-2008

To quote from I guess my favorite Paul Newman movie, Cat On A Hot Tin Roof, the line where Brick says

“What is it that makes him so big? His big heart? His big belly? Or his big money?”

Paul Newman didn’t have a big belly, but, he did have a big heart and big money that he used to make the world a little bit better of a place than he found it.  He was also, I think, one of the very best of the best of actors of the last 50 years and I predict my grandchildren’s children will be aware of this man’s art.

I don’t know how I missed that Paul Newman was dying of cancer, but, I didn’t know he was sick.  Shocked to get on here a bit ago and see that he died yesterday at the age of 83.  Dang.