I still have sticky pancake makeup residue on my face after trying to recreate silent film makeup. I got half way through before realizing I was doing it wrong.
Tomorrow.
Isn’t he just adorable? Happy 113th birthday to the darling Fred Astaire, and one of my most favorite people who has ever lived.
Michael’s books “What’s it All About?” and “From The Elephant to Hollywood” are two of the best books I’ve ever read. So hilarious, entertaining, interesting, and inspirational, I can’t recommend them enough.
Ooooh baby yooou, you got what I nee-eed…
Haha, alright, that’s enough Burt spam for one evening.
Or is it?
A Well-Intentioned but Misguided Attempt at Relationship Advice via Roommate:
Roommate: see, you don't know!! I'll bet there's--gasp--I'll bet there are whole groups of people out there where they get together, and love old movies, and talk about them, and then dudes go around dressed up like Burt...Lancaster---did I get that right, is that a real person?
Me: yes, good work.
Roommate: but that's what I mean! That could be a thing, like a real thing, and you could find somebody that likes what you like!
Me: :::nod & smile politely::::: I appreciate your enthusiasm.
So my blog says to me, it says “hey! Why haven’t you shown Gene any love lately?”
Then I said, “don’t talk to me that way blog, I’m working on it!”
It occurs to me that I haven’t written a movie review since Priest,
so I should probably review something. I watched The Cotton Club (1984) recently and that was shit, they blew the whole budget on costumes and sets, but any excuse to watch Gregory Hinds dance makes any shit movie worth watching.
Then I saw Hannah and Her Sisters (1986), which I only watched for Michael Caine. It was a little more amusing than I’ve ever managed to find a Woody Allen movie, but I still didn’t enjoy watching it.
PS - I don’t think Woody Allen movies are funny, yeah, I said it.
It was uncomfortable to watch all these confounding adult situations play out and remember that I too am supposed to be an adult, yet could in no way relate to this movie. I think I related to The Elephant Man more than this movie.
What else…oh! The Cincinnati Kid (1965), I saw that too, which was so unjustly boring that I’m still pissed off on what a let-down it was. Especially when it started off so promising, what with the Treme funeral and Steve McQueen.
There were a few others, but at least now that I’ve been thoroughly bored by and subsequently insulted three high-profile movies, yet managed to find time to write a three-page expose on Willow (1986) not three days ago. I’m a special kind of person.
