Well, you didn't think she got her start playing for the Steelers, did you?
Sunday, March 31, 2019
C'mon Get Happy
Well, you didn't think she got her start playing for the Steelers, did you?
Thursday, March 28, 2019
Quips and Quotations (Circle of Aquaintences Edition)
Elvis Presley gave me the only dinner party I've ever heard of his giving, in Las Vegas. I had a house in Palm Springs and he had a house there--he and his manager, Colonel Parker. So I used to see Elvis occasionally. He lived very near me and he was going to open at this big hotel in Las Vegas. He was making a sort of comeback. He hadn't appeared in public in a long time and he invited me to come up to see it, 'cause I had never seen him. In fact, I really had never heard any of his records, either. So he said if I would come up he would give this dinner party for me. I was more curious as to who in the world he would invite to this dinner party than I was about anything else, so I went with a friend. The one and only time I've ever been to Las Vegas.
We saw the opening show and the dinner party was in between shows. I can't say that I was at all impressed by his performance. So we went down to this apartment he had there in the hotel and the dinner party consisted of about eight young men [Presley's entourage, the so-called Memphis Mafia] and one old friend of mine who had flown in all the way from Honolulu to come, mainly because she was a fan of Elvis'. She loved Elvis, and guess who it was? [Tobacco heiress] Doris Duke! So we had this dinner party. This table was full of orchids up and down and everything looked very fancy in a gauche, peculiar way. But the dinner was incredible. It was all kinds of different things, fried pork and fried chicken and fried catfish....He was nice, I sort of liked Elvis.
--Truman Capote
Monday, March 25, 2019
Vital Viewing (First Things First Edition)
British filmmaker David Lean was born on this day in 1908. A year before his death in 1991, Lean returned to Leighton Park, his old boarding school where he spent his teen years, to help the present-day students shoot a movie about that institution's founding a century earlier:
Lean is best known these days for such cinemathon epics as Bridge on the River Kwai (1957), Lawrence of Arabia (1962), Dr. Zhivago (1965), and A Passage to India (1984), but since the above clip involved a return to beginnings of sorts, I've decided to go to the beginning of Lean's film career, his first two movies. Or, if you will, his first movie-and-a-half. So what do I mean by that? Well, you see, it's all a bit complicated thanks to this dude:
In 1942, playwright, actor, director, composer, singer, and, arguably, standup comedian Noel Coward decided to do his bit for Britain's war effort, so he wrote a movie about a British warship that, um, sinks at sea. Trust me, it's more patriotic than it sounds. You know, stiff upper lip and all that. To star in this drama--he was just as adept in that format as he was in his signature drawing room comedies--Coward successfully cast himself against type as an unaffected, stoical Naval captain, said to be based on Lord Mountbatten (though in it he looks more like a skinny Dwight D. Eisenhower.) Coward also decided that this would be the film in which he made his motion picture directing debut. Or part of a debut. He knew he could direct the actors, as he had done on the stage, but was less confident about the film's action scenes, of which there were several, so he enlisted the effort of...
...David Lean, at the time a highly regarded film editor. Coward soon became so bored with the technical aspects of filmmaking that he only directed the scenes that he himself appeared in and left the rest to Lean. The result of this collaboration was one of the finest (and least histrionic) movies to come out of World War II, 1942's In Which We Serve:
Coward never directed another film, but must have liked Lean's contribution, for he let him helm three other works of his, the railway romantic drama Brief Encounter (1945) and the supernatural drawing room comedy Blithe Spirit (1945). But before either of those movies, Lean made his solo filmmaking debut in 1944's This Happy Breed, based on Coward's stage drama about a British working-class family between the years 1919 and 1939. This might seem like surprising subject matter for a man whose self-styled image was that of an aristocratic bon vivant, but in reality, Coward was born into the lower-middle class and might have spent his life there had the theater not provided a nice little escape hatch. As for Lean, he had a somewhat more upscale upbringing, but as the son of Quakers probably wasn't spoiled too much, and was able to present a largely sympathetic view of Britain's proletariat:
So even if you're more familiar with Lean's later films, you may enjoy this early effort. And you won't have to get up to go to the bathroom as much. After all, it's two decades in 115 minutes. Lawrence of Arabia is almost twice as long, and only covers two years!
Tuesday, March 19, 2019
Hollywood and Vine
Edgar Rice Burroughs, author of a series of novels about a man named Tarzan who was raised by apes, is seen here on an MGM set with a motion picture Tarzan, Johnny Weissmuller, and Maureen O'Sullivan, who played the lost Greystoke heir's girlfriend, Jane. Judging by how each of them are dressed, there seems to be a difference of opinion as to just how warm it is outside.
Labels:
clothing,
Edgar Rice Burroughs,
Johnny Weissmuller,
Maureen O'Sullivan,
MGM,
movies,
Tarzan
Thursday, March 14, 2019
Sunday, March 10, 2019
Sol Music
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right
Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right
Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right
It's all right
Throughout much of the United States, Daylight Savings Time begins today. Did you remember to set your clock ahead one hour?
Why, you may ask, am I getting so giddy about Daylight Savings Time, treating it as the end of winter, when the first day of spring is still a week and a half away? Well, here in Ohio at least, there's often no perceptible difference between the first day of spring and the day before the first day of spring. Or, if something does change, that change is often for the worse. I'm not saying it's going to happen this year, but in the past that first day has been cloudy, or rainy, or there's been a snowstorm, or the temperatures were in the teens. True, spring technically arrives because of something that has to due with Earth's orbit around the sun, but you'd have to live in a space station to appreciate it. Ah, but thanks to the human construct known as Daylight Savings Time, that change is immediately apparent. Spring, or at least one aspect of spring as well as summer, is put on the fast track. No matter what. Even if it's cloudy, even if it's rainy, even if there's a snowstorm, even if temperatures are in the teens, night is still going to come one hour later than it did just yesterday, and, after several months of dark-to-dusk-to-dark again, that, for me, is reason enough to celebrate.
Now, if you'll--yawn--excuse me, I'm going to take a little nap. For some reason, I didn't get enough sleep last night.
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right
It's all right
Throughout much of the United States, Daylight Savings Time begins today. Did you remember to set your clock ahead one hour?
Why, you may ask, am I getting so giddy about Daylight Savings Time, treating it as the end of winter, when the first day of spring is still a week and a half away? Well, here in Ohio at least, there's often no perceptible difference between the first day of spring and the day before the first day of spring. Or, if something does change, that change is often for the worse. I'm not saying it's going to happen this year, but in the past that first day has been cloudy, or rainy, or there's been a snowstorm, or the temperatures were in the teens. True, spring technically arrives because of something that has to due with Earth's orbit around the sun, but you'd have to live in a space station to appreciate it. Ah, but thanks to the human construct known as Daylight Savings Time, that change is immediately apparent. Spring, or at least one aspect of spring as well as summer, is put on the fast track. No matter what. Even if it's cloudy, even if it's rainy, even if there's a snowstorm, even if temperatures are in the teens, night is still going to come one hour later than it did just yesterday, and, after several months of dark-to-dusk-to-dark again, that, for me, is reason enough to celebrate.
Now, if you'll--yawn--excuse me, I'm going to take a little nap. For some reason, I didn't get enough sleep last night.
Tuesday, March 5, 2019
This Day in History
On March 5, 1953, Joseph Stalin, the 74-year old leader of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics--hmm...You know what?
I think I'll let Pulitzer Prize-winning cartoonist Herbert Block tell you just what happened that day:
Labels:
comic art,
communism,
death,
editorial cartoon,
Herblock,
Joseph Stalin,
Soviet Union
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