all shades of grey
From an email to a friend:
So I finally got out Send Me No Flowers to complete my viewing of the Doris/Rock trilogy.
*lol* I was very tickled by the development of the whole Rock/Doris relationship. Actually really liked that we now see what they would be like married. I'm so gaining a deeper appreciation of Rock Hudson as an actor. I don't think I ever paid him enough attention and of course I hate Giant with a fiery passion so that doesn't help him. But, heh, it was way cool to see him playing almost against type in the hypochondriac verrah much in love husband.
Was it just me or did Tony Randall almost steal the movie? Honestly, I have never seen him so in love with Rock ever and he was hilarious and his lines were fabulous and every moment so true. I wuv Tony Randall, I really do.
It did get way twistier than I'd expected and I could totally see why people would love it so much, that great farcical bordering on black comedy. Of course I spent about an hour afterwards racking my brain as to who exactly Paul Lynde played on Bewitched ... don't tell anyone but I kinda have a soft spot for him ... shhhhhhh! Uncle Max, of course.
Although, really, don't know if I love it as much as Pillow Talk but I think I could totally grow to love this one more and more.
Also got out Days Of Wine And Roses. Been eyeing it for a good long while and kept losing my nerve every time. Wasn't sure I was ready to see Jack Lemmon be all tortured alcoholic.
And yep. I have now decided I am never watching another Blake Edwards movie ever. Ever! I don't care if the man is married to Julie Andrews and ergo must be some amazing sort of genius because seriously he has traumatised me for the last time! *scowl* I was way too unnerved by the reality of My Sister Eileen --- although god, how sexy is Jack Lemmon when he's being all sexy ... *swoons* ---- and was incredibly insulted by the cop-out at the end of Victor Victoria which totally ruined the fond memory of that film for me. And now this!
Okay, now that I've got that out of the way, Days Of Wine And Roses was exactly as harrowing as I expected. Actually, I thought there would be some horrible death or something a la Trainspotting but thank you, the sight of Jack Lemmon in a strait jacket distressed and whimpering was quite bad enough.
I was so upset but that was the point, wasn't it? I do think it was a great movie, totally totally great. Totally loved the reality of Lee Remick. God. The scene in the motel room, man every one of her lines was just brilliant and the way she delivered them and oof. I was with her and against her every step of the way. Fucking brilliance.
What a hideous ride that was. And with that last shot at the window, quite honestly I didn't know if he was going to stay inside or march right out and into the bar. God, I adore Jack Lemmon. I really really do. He's so good he terrifies me a little. No, make that a lot. He's Aquarian, y'know. Mind you, after this, it's going to take me a lot longer to work up the nerve to watch Glengarry Glen Ross.
It's funny, though In a sort of zeitgeist eternal tropes way, Days struck me as such a great precursor to Candy. Everything from the fact that he got her into the alcohol, that she suffered much worse, that they got pregnant together, that they were so very much in love, right to the end. Well, with a small twist but still. Fascinating how some things change yet stay the same.
And heh, there's an interview with Jack Lemmon on this DVD, a phone interview where he's being filmed. Talk about a great device. We have no idea what question he's being askd, only have to piece it together from his answer. God, he's sexy! The cool self-contained slightly aloof ... oh yeah, definitely Aquarian. Was all kinds of pleasurable twistiness to watch that interview. I've never fully thought of Jack Lemmon as sexy. Really, My Sister Eileen was a bit of a shock in that way, too. And holy fuck, the way he grabs Betty Garrett around the ears and kisses her. Nnnnggghhhhh! But then she's hot. I'd grab Betty Garrett around the ears and kiss her too. I wish I had more of her films aside from inadvertantly owning On The Town and Take Me Out To The Ball Game. There's a great sardonic vulnerability about her that I totally fucking adore. She's verrah real and really some kind of comic genius, eh? Eh ...
I did wonder if Jack Lemmon was an alcoholic in real life. Turns out he was. *sad* Poor Jackie.
God, that strait jacket scene ... *whimper* ... and hey, I've seen The Lost Weekend! I remember being bloody impressed and moved by Ray Milland and his hallucinations. Only I think I was about thirteen at the time. Have a sneaky suspicion I would react much more if I watched it now. Keep seeing it on the video shelves and keep edging nervously away. I love edgy classics but at the same time, I'm terrified of them. There's just something about the juxtaposition of innocence and horrible reality in black and white.
And now I'm going to watch Strangers On A Train cos it's about bloody time I watched seminal homoerotic Hitchcock.
So I finally got out Send Me No Flowers to complete my viewing of the Doris/Rock trilogy.
*lol* I was very tickled by the development of the whole Rock/Doris relationship. Actually really liked that we now see what they would be like married. I'm so gaining a deeper appreciation of Rock Hudson as an actor. I don't think I ever paid him enough attention and of course I hate Giant with a fiery passion so that doesn't help him. But, heh, it was way cool to see him playing almost against type in the hypochondriac verrah much in love husband.
Was it just me or did Tony Randall almost steal the movie? Honestly, I have never seen him so in love with Rock ever and he was hilarious and his lines were fabulous and every moment so true. I wuv Tony Randall, I really do.
It did get way twistier than I'd expected and I could totally see why people would love it so much, that great farcical bordering on black comedy. Of course I spent about an hour afterwards racking my brain as to who exactly Paul Lynde played on Bewitched ... don't tell anyone but I kinda have a soft spot for him ... shhhhhhh! Uncle Max, of course.
Although, really, don't know if I love it as much as Pillow Talk but I think I could totally grow to love this one more and more.
Also got out Days Of Wine And Roses. Been eyeing it for a good long while and kept losing my nerve every time. Wasn't sure I was ready to see Jack Lemmon be all tortured alcoholic.
And yep. I have now decided I am never watching another Blake Edwards movie ever. Ever! I don't care if the man is married to Julie Andrews and ergo must be some amazing sort of genius because seriously he has traumatised me for the last time! *scowl* I was way too unnerved by the reality of My Sister Eileen --- although god, how sexy is Jack Lemmon when he's being all sexy ... *swoons* ---- and was incredibly insulted by the cop-out at the end of Victor Victoria which totally ruined the fond memory of that film for me. And now this!
Okay, now that I've got that out of the way, Days Of Wine And Roses was exactly as harrowing as I expected. Actually, I thought there would be some horrible death or something a la Trainspotting but thank you, the sight of Jack Lemmon in a strait jacket distressed and whimpering was quite bad enough.
I was so upset but that was the point, wasn't it? I do think it was a great movie, totally totally great. Totally loved the reality of Lee Remick. God. The scene in the motel room, man every one of her lines was just brilliant and the way she delivered them and oof. I was with her and against her every step of the way. Fucking brilliance.
What a hideous ride that was. And with that last shot at the window, quite honestly I didn't know if he was going to stay inside or march right out and into the bar. God, I adore Jack Lemmon. I really really do. He's so good he terrifies me a little. No, make that a lot. He's Aquarian, y'know. Mind you, after this, it's going to take me a lot longer to work up the nerve to watch Glengarry Glen Ross.
It's funny, though In a sort of zeitgeist eternal tropes way, Days struck me as such a great precursor to Candy. Everything from the fact that he got her into the alcohol, that she suffered much worse, that they got pregnant together, that they were so very much in love, right to the end. Well, with a small twist but still. Fascinating how some things change yet stay the same.
And heh, there's an interview with Jack Lemmon on this DVD, a phone interview where he's being filmed. Talk about a great device. We have no idea what question he's being askd, only have to piece it together from his answer. God, he's sexy! The cool self-contained slightly aloof ... oh yeah, definitely Aquarian. Was all kinds of pleasurable twistiness to watch that interview. I've never fully thought of Jack Lemmon as sexy. Really, My Sister Eileen was a bit of a shock in that way, too. And holy fuck, the way he grabs Betty Garrett around the ears and kisses her. Nnnnggghhhhh! But then she's hot. I'd grab Betty Garrett around the ears and kiss her too. I wish I had more of her films aside from inadvertantly owning On The Town and Take Me Out To The Ball Game. There's a great sardonic vulnerability about her that I totally fucking adore. She's verrah real and really some kind of comic genius, eh? Eh ...
I did wonder if Jack Lemmon was an alcoholic in real life. Turns out he was. *sad* Poor Jackie.
God, that strait jacket scene ... *whimper* ... and hey, I've seen The Lost Weekend! I remember being bloody impressed and moved by Ray Milland and his hallucinations. Only I think I was about thirteen at the time. Have a sneaky suspicion I would react much more if I watched it now. Keep seeing it on the video shelves and keep edging nervously away. I love edgy classics but at the same time, I'm terrified of them. There's just something about the juxtaposition of innocence and horrible reality in black and white.
And now I'm going to watch Strangers On A Train cos it's about bloody time I watched seminal homoerotic Hitchcock.