Category: Golden Age Hollywood
Mutti Dearest. Daughter Dullest.
Hollywood Books (Part Ein): Marlene Dietrich by Maria Riva Ahh, Veteran’s Day not long ago. The leap of Spring is now long gone, along with the smoked salmon celebrations and the psyche-graveling guilt of Mother’s Day. Back in olden times, when dinosaurs played canasta and ice cubes could speak, AMC aired Mommy Dearest on repeat…
Picture Cary in a Boat on a River. . .
Here’s a piece I wrote for Afterpartychat.com on how acid is coming back into play for scientific experimentation. Naturally, I had to take a look at early experimenters–like the sadly tormented, surprisingly intrepid Cary Grant:
New Book on Garland Spills Sad Revelations
This week brings us a new Judy Garland book upon which one should look down with a high-browed disdain for salacious gossip. I’ll definitely remember to do that later, once my hands aren’t so busy plonking down hard-earned coin as I buy the book TODAY. Oh, Poor Judy. And yes, ghastly Judy. According to the…
A Surrealist Poet, Francois Truffaut, and Jane Russell’s Nipples Walk into a Bar. . ..
Let’s all enjoy the moment when, in 1958, Francois Truffaut made a sudden leap from high art to low neckline. In a graceful segue, France’s premier filmmaker and critic, pivoted from a quote by Guillaume Apollonaire (France’s great surrealist poet of World War I), to Howard Hughes’ obsessive presentation of Jane Russell’s nipples. Now that…
“Whatever Happened to Baby Jane”? Another Unncecessary Remake, That’s What!
So it’s official, and has been for a month or so. Whatever Happened to “Baby Jane”? It’s Getting a Remake. Which seemed to me to be one of the silliest decisions I’ve encountered since Hollywood tried to remake The Women and ended up pouring bong water over the embers of Meg Ryan’s career. But naturally they’re at it again. …
The Wilde World of “Nothing Sacred”
I like any chance I get to think about Oscar Wilde, and there are surprisingly frequent opportunities in life to do so: Whenever one gives in to temptation, sees ghastly wallpaper, or greets a widow with newly blonded hair. Anytime you encounter someone so improbably youthful that you assume they have a ghoulish self-portrait in their attic. Whenever you…