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finefoxyladiesMovies: Went to the finale film in the noir series last night, 1981's Pennies from Heaven, after skipping what sounded like a Not My Thing Fraunch film and Richard Gere's Breathless. I have a vague memory of seeing this movie in my high school days when I--like many high-school-aged girls--had a crush on Christopher Walker circa Sarah, Plain and Tall. My memories of seeing this film were:
I'm pretty jazzed that Trylon is doing a Herbert Ross double-header in May. That'll be a treat. Anyway so long noir series. I earned two free popcorns, saw several movies I hadn't seen before, including some Chinese, Korean, and/or Japanese cinema of varying eras that I may never have seen were it not for this series. Next up: Hitchcock's 125th birthday series in April.
TV: Mostly Abbott Elementary: I'm glad they gave Barbara a chance to sing/Sheryl Lee Ralph a chance to sing. I'm gladCam and Mitchell Jacob and Zach broke up. Not as many laughs in the past few eps--I feel like the Janine's weird sub replacements is not as solid a bit as the writers seemingly think it is.
Have also been watching Gizmoplex-era MST3K. They're fun on a bun. Also I can "watch" them while also singing songs to the cats/playing Candy Crush/looking at my phone/think about the journey of Stede Bonnet and how absolutely GREAT it was. Like, do you ever just think about how much he both changed and was fundamentally himself from S1 to S2? Really really solid work. One might advocate for a S3 just based on that. Yeah, I know. Not gonna happen. Guess I'll watch that Dick Turpin Appledy Ploos series that AV Club says is OFMD's spiritual twin.
Friday: Our work building shares space with a daycare. Once in a while, I get the joy of seeing what I think of as the Truffle aged children--like, 2 to 3, mobile but still round and wobbly--head out to play if the weather allows. Just truffle after truffle on one of those walking ropes with handles. A train of cute roundness.
- Christopher Walken dancing/performing burlesque (though I wouldn't know that until years later)
- Lipstick on nipples
In 1934, Chicago sheet-music salesman Arthur Parker (Steve Martin) is going through hard times. His business is failing, and his wife Joan (Jessica Harper) refuses to give him the money she inherited from her father to start his own business.
Uh, Arthur is hounding his wife for sex and his wife ABSOLUTELY HAS THE RIGHT TO REFUSE TO GIVE HIM MONEY BECAUSE HE'S AN UNTRUSTWORTHY FUCKING WEIRDO. My read on the text? When the accordion-playing drifter--spoiler--rapes and murders the blind girl? That very easily COULD have been Arthur. And I think Herbert Ross INTENDS Arthur to be an antihero--he's frequently either entirely in or mostly in shadow as he lies, compulsively conflates sex with love, and is an entitled and sometimes destructive prick.
So there's your lead, as played deftly by Steve Martin. And then in the midst of this unsettling, grimy story amidst the Great Depression, there are these impressive large-scale dance numbers and lip-synched (intentional and pointed, often for comedy) musical interludes. It's wild AF. And I both loved it and was not a lick surprised that my high school brain could not comprehend the undercurrents and straight-up waterfalls of sexual dysfunction, obsessive behavior, violence, and harm.
Uh, Arthur is hounding his wife for sex and his wife ABSOLUTELY HAS THE RIGHT TO REFUSE TO GIVE HIM MONEY BECAUSE HE'S AN UNTRUSTWORTHY FUCKING WEIRDO. My read on the text? When the accordion-playing drifter--spoiler--rapes and murders the blind girl? That very easily COULD have been Arthur. And I think Herbert Ross INTENDS Arthur to be an antihero--he's frequently either entirely in or mostly in shadow as he lies, compulsively conflates sex with love, and is an entitled and sometimes destructive prick.
So there's your lead, as played deftly by Steve Martin. And then in the midst of this unsettling, grimy story amidst the Great Depression, there are these impressive large-scale dance numbers and lip-synched (intentional and pointed, often for comedy) musical interludes. It's wild AF. And I both loved it and was not a lick surprised that my high school brain could not comprehend the undercurrents and straight-up waterfalls of sexual dysfunction, obsessive behavior, violence, and harm.
I'm pretty jazzed that Trylon is doing a Herbert Ross double-header in May. That'll be a treat. Anyway so long noir series. I earned two free popcorns, saw several movies I hadn't seen before, including some Chinese, Korean, and/or Japanese cinema of varying eras that I may never have seen were it not for this series. Next up: Hitchcock's 125th birthday series in April.
TV: Mostly Abbott Elementary: I'm glad they gave Barbara a chance to sing/Sheryl Lee Ralph a chance to sing. I'm glad
Have also been watching Gizmoplex-era MST3K. They're fun on a bun. Also I can "watch" them while also singing songs to the cats/playing Candy Crush/looking at my phone/think about the journey of Stede Bonnet and how absolutely GREAT it was. Like, do you ever just think about how much he both changed and was fundamentally himself from S1 to S2? Really really solid work. One might advocate for a S3 just based on that. Yeah, I know. Not gonna happen. Guess I'll watch that Dick Turpin Appledy Ploos series that AV Club says is OFMD's spiritual twin.
Friday: Our work building shares space with a daycare. Once in a while, I get the joy of seeing what I think of as the Truffle aged children--like, 2 to 3, mobile but still round and wobbly--head out to play if the weather allows. Just truffle after truffle on one of those walking ropes with handles. A train of cute roundness.
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Date: 2024-03-03 01:53 am (UTC)