I wish I had grown up in the 30's

[high_flyer87]

I've been spending the better part of the last 6-8 months re-discovering my love of classic movies.  Pre-code movies in particular.  Which I'll admit I wasn't as familiar with.  At least not on the level which I should have been, and which I'm slowly becoming now.  There's a whole slew of people I'd never seen before.  Or at least didn't remember seeing.  A lot of really fantastic women on screen in the 30's.  Carole Lombard, Norma Shearer.  And as someone who claimed her whole life to be a classic film fan, I'm actually afraid to admit there's just so much I haven't seen.  I watched my first Clara Bow movie the other day.  Boy is she a doll.  I've taken advantage of my mom's Netflix queue and have stocked it full of classic movies that neither of us have seen.  So once a week or so I go over and we watch it together.  Earlier this week it was A Free Soul.  Where I officially fell in love with Leslie Howard.  I'd seen him before in Gone with the Wind, but since I hate that movie I must have just...blocked him out.  And I'm re-learning old faces that I remember from a long time ago but am discovering just how much I really love them.  Marilyn Monroe, William Powell, Buster Keaton.

And Fredric March.

*sigh*

I have completely re-awakened my love of Fredric March.  Some kind soul on tumblr has posted a masterlist of download links for (almost) all of March's movies.  And.  I could die happy.  There's a lot of his movies I haven't seen, and I'll be spending the next few days working my way through them, but tonight I had to start with one of my favorites.  Design for Living.  Now go.  Watch it.  And fall in love.  And tell me Miriam Hopkins isn't gloriously full of gumption.  And that Gary Cooper doesn't look like a great dane puppy who hasn't grown into his legs yet...

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