tears her clothes and exposes her two big round shoulders
You remember how, as part of that meme, I posted a list of synonyms for 'happiness'? Well, when I was typing it out, there was the phrase 'on velvet' and I paused on that with the thought of "Whut? I've never heard that, who said that? People used to say that? I can't even imagine it in a sentence." Then I noticed/remembered my particular edition of Roget's was compiled in the 50s and that made me grin with "Awww, that's so cute. Adorably quaint."
A couple of nights ago, I was watching At War With The Army on YouTube, the third ever Martin and Lewis film. And Dean said it. He actually said it. More than once in the same conversation. Used it in a sentence and everything.
Yes, I'm awake at a quarter to four in the morning. Can't sleep. I did try. Was tired and everything. Then seemed to kick into the next gear and ended up watching an absolutely marvellous Deborah Kerr film on YouTube called Vacation From A Marriage or Perfect Strangers depending on which side of the pond you're on. God, it was wonderful. It started out with this absolutely exquisite sense of longing, sped most gratifyingly through the middle, and then became all fiery and explosive in the final act. That whole movie was about the final act and pure brilliance it was too with quite possibly one of the best closing lines of a movie ever. *sighs*
I forgot how dreary Martin and Lewis films can be. Unless Jerry's doing his thang by himself or zinging off Dean, they're badly paced and badly plotted and sometimes badly written too. I was kinda charmed by My Friend Irma but totally pissed off and bored by My Friend Irma Goes West. At War With The Army was kind of a shock in terms of its cynicism and rather salacious content ...
Yes, really. I couldn't believe my eyes. I mean, it's not the first time I've seen him in drag but usually he goes for the deliberate gross-out like in The Ladies Man and never for this long, never long enough to get totally into character. The most I've seen of him in drag is when he donned the bonnet for The Talk Of The Town sketch on The Colgate Comedy Hour or One More Chance number in The Stooge where it's all about the intensely ironic interaction tween him and Dean.
But here? I went rigid for the whole bit, prolly didn't blink. Dear god, I have never been so attracted to Jerry Lewis in my LIFE! I mean, he really is strangely sexy in that dress, even with the chest hair. It's not just the lovely contours of his collarbone and the gleam of the medallion and the lovely shapes of his boobage but ah christ, the mannerisms. The little quirks of expression and the way he reacts to everything the drunk officer says. He's so into character it's mesmerising.
When I sent it to my Kuwaiti cousin, she said what I hadn't yet articulated to myself: that there were moments where you forget he's not a girl.
Ah GOD I love men in dresses! And my Kuwaiti cousin assures me that being a pervert totally runs in the family. *lol* I knew about the insanity, I didn't know about the perversion. Awesomeness.
And yes, I have watched that clip about four times since the first viewing. Ngk.
... so yeah, I kinda enjoyed it even though it was strangely tense and Dean was quite mean until almost the end when he totally softens with Jer and then I just wanna hug them both. My boys.
Maybe I should just skip forward to Artists And Models --- Shirley MacLaine! Directed by Frank Tashlin! --- but I kinda want to go in order to fully appreciate whatever evolution may happen. Never mind that I kinda inadvertantly emulated Jer in this scene ---
God, I love his wiggling foot ... if I remember correctly, I think he directed that last bit on the balcony. Mmm, he looks nice there. And the foot! And that awesome fraction of a beat before 'shoulders'.
--- about forty minutes ago cos my stupid brain suddenly started up again with the novel and shot off in four different directions with snippets of plot and dialogue and a bit of philosophy exposition that I was trying to nail in the scene before last. Only I didn't do the yelling and I wasn't asleep but had to get out of bed, grumbling, to retrieve my pen and Moleskine cahier from the living room.
I think tomorrow I'm gonna give myself a break from the actual writing and instead type up all the snippets from the cahiers wot I haven't already worked into the novel. Cos it's impossible to find them on the printed page of five damned cahiers and makes far more sense to be able to find them in an electronic document. There's just so damned much it's humanly impossible to keep it all in my head and I would totally kick myself if I discovered down the track that I had forgotten to include some really really cool or really really simple bit I had already worked out months in advance.
*sighs* Ah me. Such are the travails of a writer fangirl. Crazy persons on both counts.
All right, let's try the sleep thing one more time.
A couple of nights ago, I was watching At War With The Army on YouTube, the third ever Martin and Lewis film. And Dean said it. He actually said it. More than once in the same conversation. Used it in a sentence and everything.
Yes, I'm awake at a quarter to four in the morning. Can't sleep. I did try. Was tired and everything. Then seemed to kick into the next gear and ended up watching an absolutely marvellous Deborah Kerr film on YouTube called Vacation From A Marriage or Perfect Strangers depending on which side of the pond you're on. God, it was wonderful. It started out with this absolutely exquisite sense of longing, sped most gratifyingly through the middle, and then became all fiery and explosive in the final act. That whole movie was about the final act and pure brilliance it was too with quite possibly one of the best closing lines of a movie ever. *sighs*
I forgot how dreary Martin and Lewis films can be. Unless Jerry's doing his thang by himself or zinging off Dean, they're badly paced and badly plotted and sometimes badly written too. I was kinda charmed by My Friend Irma but totally pissed off and bored by My Friend Irma Goes West. At War With The Army was kind of a shock in terms of its cynicism and rather salacious content ...
Click to viewYes, really. I couldn't believe my eyes. I mean, it's not the first time I've seen him in drag but usually he goes for the deliberate gross-out like in The Ladies Man and never for this long, never long enough to get totally into character. The most I've seen of him in drag is when he donned the bonnet for The Talk Of The Town sketch on The Colgate Comedy Hour or One More Chance number in The Stooge where it's all about the intensely ironic interaction tween him and Dean.
But here? I went rigid for the whole bit, prolly didn't blink. Dear god, I have never been so attracted to Jerry Lewis in my LIFE! I mean, he really is strangely sexy in that dress, even with the chest hair. It's not just the lovely contours of his collarbone and the gleam of the medallion and the lovely shapes of his boobage but ah christ, the mannerisms. The little quirks of expression and the way he reacts to everything the drunk officer says. He's so into character it's mesmerising.
When I sent it to my Kuwaiti cousin, she said what I hadn't yet articulated to myself: that there were moments where you forget he's not a girl.
Ah GOD I love men in dresses! And my Kuwaiti cousin assures me that being a pervert totally runs in the family. *lol* I knew about the insanity, I didn't know about the perversion. Awesomeness.
And yes, I have watched that clip about four times since the first viewing. Ngk.
... so yeah, I kinda enjoyed it even though it was strangely tense and Dean was quite mean until almost the end when he totally softens with Jer and then I just wanna hug them both. My boys.
Maybe I should just skip forward to Artists And Models --- Shirley MacLaine! Directed by Frank Tashlin! --- but I kinda want to go in order to fully appreciate whatever evolution may happen. Never mind that I kinda inadvertantly emulated Jer in this scene ---
God, I love his wiggling foot ... if I remember correctly, I think he directed that last bit on the balcony. Mmm, he looks nice there. And the foot! And that awesome fraction of a beat before 'shoulders'.
--- about forty minutes ago cos my stupid brain suddenly started up again with the novel and shot off in four different directions with snippets of plot and dialogue and a bit of philosophy exposition that I was trying to nail in the scene before last. Only I didn't do the yelling and I wasn't asleep but had to get out of bed, grumbling, to retrieve my pen and Moleskine cahier from the living room.
I think tomorrow I'm gonna give myself a break from the actual writing and instead type up all the snippets from the cahiers wot I haven't already worked into the novel. Cos it's impossible to find them on the printed page of five damned cahiers and makes far more sense to be able to find them in an electronic document. There's just so damned much it's humanly impossible to keep it all in my head and I would totally kick myself if I discovered down the track that I had forgotten to include some really really cool or really really simple bit I had already worked out months in advance.
*sighs* Ah me. Such are the travails of a writer fangirl. Crazy persons on both counts.
All right, let's try the sleep thing one more time.