Friday, April 28, 2017
Friday Finery: Gary Cooper
A happy Friday to all from Gary Cooper, here in pensive profile, attired in a very stylish suit and enjoying a smoke.
Could anyone top his casual nonchalance? (Um, no!) The answer is in his nickname - - Coop. He's a man's man, but he possessed a charming naivete. Men wanted to be friends with him, women wanted . . a little more. And could he ever wear a suit.
This Helena, Montana native made his first film appearance as an extra in 1923 and would have many uncredited roles until 1927, when he was credited in no less than six films that year. You might have heard of one of them - - Wings, which would go on to win the Oscar for Best Picture (the only silent film, until The Artist did so in 2011.) Coop may have only been on screen for two minutes but those two minutes would make him a star. And start him on the road to many, many affairs, beginning with co-star Clara Bow. If you haven't heard, Gary Cooper was a legendary ladies' man.
He was also well known around Hollywood for his prodigious appetite for food. The always slim Coop would somewhat jokingly say that his "starvation diet" (before he became a star) consisted of a dozen eggs a day, a couple loaves of bread, a platter of bacon and just enough pork chops between meals to keep him going until supper. He was also known to eat a cherry pie and drink a quart of milk for lunch. Milk . . . it certainly did this man's body good.
Coop was also an avid athlete, dog lover, guitar and harmonica player and grew corn and avocados on his Encino ranch. He counted Jimmy Stewart, Henry Hathaway, Jack Benny, William Goetz, Jerry Wald, Charles Feldman, Bing Crosby, Pablo Picasso and Ernest Hemingway among his closest friends, with Stewart being his best friend.
What's your favorite Gary Cooper movie?
Labels:
Classic Hollywood,
Friday Finery,
Gary Cooper
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Now Playing: "The Sheik" (1921)
I'm embarrassed that it took me so long to sit down and watch this silent film classic. Unless you are a silent film aficionado, you probably haven't seen it. Even Turner Classic Movies, a channel that is a gift from Baby Jesus, doesn't often place it in its rotation. The Sheik isn't Shakespeare but it spawned a very popular brand of condoms and made its leading man a superstar overnight.
Rudolph Valentino is Ahmed Ben Hassan, a Middle Eastern prince who is officially of marrying age and in search of his princess. His character is set up from the start when we see him viewing eligible women at a marriage market; one is chosen but she loves another and weeps in sorrow and fear. Rather than forcing her into marriage, which apparently he can do, Ahmed allows her to go back to her intended.
Ahmed, the hottest bachelor around |
Also in cinematic fashion, Ahmed waits until Diana departs on her ill-advised sabbatical, snatches her, tells the fighting girl to zip it and carries her off to his palace of tents in the Sahara desert. Charming! He then serves her a sumptuous dinner (that cad) and prepares to seduce her. The seduction is put on hold due to an ill-timed sandstorm. This is one of many reasons I would not want to vacation in the desert. After picking sand out of . . . everything . . . Ahmed resumes his attempts at seduction, this time by being an asshole. Diana, for once exhibiting some sense, rebuffs him by melting into a crying heap. Ahmed fights a sandstorm like a badass but a crying woman sends him fleeing, leaving Diana chaste and able to sleep in peace.
A week passes, with Diana still captive and refusing to speak to Ahmed but somehow still hanging around. Yeah, I don't know about that either. When Ahmed's friend and former schoolmate, played by Adolphe Menjou, shows up, she is humiliated that this respectable French man would see her captive and decides that it's time to peace out. Raoul, the French friend, is shown as the voice of reason because he thinks Ahmed's plan to abduct a woman is a bit sketchy.
Wonder what's on his mind? Besides overacting. |
Diana, meanwhile, has taken a horse and fled Chez Ahmed but, being a stereotypical movie female better suited in a horror film, she falls off the horse and stumbles around in a daze in the desert. The horse, being smarter than its rider, returns to camp and Ahmed realizes that something has happened to Diana. Certainly not a jump in IQ.
He jumps on his horse and manages to re-kidnap her before a band of Bad Guys led by Omair gives it a shot. Are there no other women in the immediate vicinity?
Despite her earlier humiliation, Diana spends some time with Raoul causing Ahmed to be jealous. Until, that is, he overhears her confession that she has fallen in love with him. Say what now?
Given that Ahmed is in love with Diana but hasn't told her and Diana is in love with Ahmed but hasn't told him, he decides to let her enjoy some freedom, which includes horseback riding (actually on the horse) with his valet, Gaston and a few guards.
The Bad Guys are still roaming the desert, though, and come across the party, quickly dispatching the guards and incapacitating Gaston before taking Diana away. What a vacation!
At least she's awake |
The Sheik became a huge success and earned Valentino the tagline of "The Greatest Lover." Was it deserved?
Watching the film through twenty-first century eyes, the acting is overly melodramatic. This is not Valentino's best; his eye gestures bypass "mugging" to an alarming degree. Maybe the director, George Melford, allowed Valentino his own interpretation. Eyefucking and some weak acting aside, the man is sex on a stick. Watch the scene where he is lying supine after being injured and Diana is waiting for him to regain consciousness. The camera lingers on his face and Lord help me, he is beautiful. Absolutely, positively, painfully beautiful. Still photos of him from the film do not do him justice. Seeing him in action explain why women of the 1920s screamed, fainted and basically lost their shit while or after viewing The Sheik.
I found leading lady Agnes Ayres a bit abrasive. This may have been more so the character of Diana than Ayres herself. While Diana is pretty, was she really that irresistible? Girl was kidnapped at least three times. Diana is alleged to have been a modern, headstrong woman and yet when confronted by a horny Ahmed, she reacts by fainting. An act she replicates when Ahmed is fighting Omair for her safety and honor. Maybe that was how modern, proper British ladies in 1921 reacted but this modern American lady would have placed a well thought out kick to Omair's nads.
Since it was 1921, Middle Easterners are seen as dark and dangerous. Both Ahmed and Omair kidnap Diana and both plan to rape her. "Sensibilities" at the time prohibited an interracial relationship so we have to find out by the end of the film that Ahmed isn't actually Middle Eastern.
All's well that ends well |
So is The Sheik worth a watch? Even being painful at points and hardly rocket science, absolutely. What are you waiting for? Really. Go.
Silent films can get a bad rep. Some film watchers don't enjoy the lack of audible dialogue. Others aren't keen on reading the intertitles used in silents. But they are a fascinating look at our culture from the 1910s and 1920s. The Sheik is no exception.
Why are you waiting? Go. Go!
Labels:
1921,
Adolphe Menjou,
Agnes Ayres,
Lucien Littlefield,
Rudolph Valentino,
Silent Films,
The Sheik
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Throwback TV: "The Facts of Life" - Season 1, Episode 1
You take the good"Rough Housing"
You take the bad
You take them both
And there you have
The Facts of Life . . . Season 1
Original Airdate: August 24, 1979
The Facts of Life was one of the most successful sitcoms of the 1980s, although you'd never know it based on the first episode and the first season as a whole. Spoiler alert: it pretty much sucks. Of course late 1970s and early 1980s t.v. isn't what we are used to today. There was no reality t.v., unless you counted those Afterschool Specials in which timely subjects were fictionalized, kind of like Go Ask Alice. But I digress.
The Facts of Life was conceived by TPTB at NBC in 1979. Back in the day, NBC was the bargain basement network, with very few highly rated and placed shows. It was the home of Diff'rent Strokes, which had become a breakout success in 1978. Hoping for lightening to strike twice, the Strokes' writers penned a season one finale in which Edna Garrett, the Drummonds' housekeeper, helps out at Kimberly's private girls' school and is offered a job there as housemother. The plot for Girls' School, to be renamed Garrett's Girls, was born. Only three months after the season one finale of Strokes, in August of 1979, the newly (and thankfully) renamed The Facts of Life premiered to a trial run of four episodes. Interestingly, NBC would keep Charlotte Rae on Diff'rent Strokes as the Drummonds' housekeeper through the second season, which would air simultaneously with the first (abbreviated) season of Facts of Life, in which Mrs. Garrett was at Eastland. Timelines are overrated.
Blair is doing her nails while Cindy is carrying a pig. Seems promising. |
The girls, plus an extra or two we won't see again, with an assist from Mrs. Garrett, are readying the school for the Harvest Fair. By "readying," I mean they are hanging one extremely bland and plain banner in their community/living room area. If the banner is any indication of their skills, Eastland is in trouble. No worries though because we will never hear of the Harvest Fair after this episode. Blair is preparing to be crowned the Harvest Queen for the third year in a row by buffing her nails while the others are "hard at work," which includes Cindy carrying a pig. Headmaster Mr. Bradley, newly arrived from public school, would like for Blair to have competition and so Nancy helpfully nominates Cindy to run. Blair, seeing Cindy wearing a jersey, jeans, with her hair crammed into a Yankees baseball cap and with her ever-present baseball mitt on her hand, considers it ridiculous. Mr. Bradley gets on the girls' good sides but overruling the current curfew of ten p.m. and allows them to stay out until 11:50 (yeah, I know. Weird.) This creates strife between Mr. Bradley and Miss Mahoney, a teacher who clearly needs to unbutton that top button and let loose. It's also unintentionally hilarious that Miss Mahoney has difficulty spitting out her age - - - thirty-two. I know it's the time but Miss Mahoney looks a decade older thanks to her poofy schoolmarm hair and uptight librarian-who-needs-a-shag clothing. Have no fear -- the promised build up of conflict between Mr. Bradley and Miss Mahoney will never materialize.
The male Drummonds have arrived for the Harvest Ball, bringing well wishes for Mrs. Garrett and, hopefully, the audience from their own show. Mr. Drummond tells Mrs. Garrett that they are struggling without her, complete with a terrible joke about how he thinks he's wearing Arnold's underwear, and wrangling a promise from her that she will return to Park Avenue once Eastland finds a suitable replacement. Another spoiler alert: that's a promise she won't keep. Willis and Kimberly have little to do other than stand around and support Arnold being cute. Oh, and in the event you aren't getting what the show is dishing up, Willis insinuates that he thought Cindy was a boy. To drive the point home even more, when little Arnold says that he doesn't like girls kissing on him, Cindy tells him she doesn't like kissing either and instead likes sports (while punching her baseball mitt). Thanks for hitting us over the head with that 2x4, show.
Cindy, as captain of the Games Committee, wants the girls to practice their Tug of War, so that they can win. I'm guessing that this Harvest Fair includes other schools in the area although that's not specifically mentioned (other than the dance will have boys there.) She tries to accomplish this by pulling Blair off the couch, where she's reading a magazine, and "pawing" (per Blair) her legs into place to practice. Blair tells her she's "strange." She also says that the girls are more interested in what happens after Cindy's "silly games" - - the dance and the boys - - something "Super Jock" Cindy wouldn't know about. Cindy responds by threatening to punch Blair. The essence of ladylike behavior!
Mr. Bradley, gearing up for a season of buffoonery |
Nancy asks Mr. Bradley if the girls, I mean women, can stay later at the dance this year and asks what the curfew will be. Miss Mahoney, ever a stick in the mud, reminds Nancy the curfew is ten p.m. In a weird development, given how reserved Mr. Bradley will be in future episodes, most especially the one on Sex Ed, he believes that since it is Saturday night, the curfew should be extended to eleven. The stick in the mud doesn't like the idea of changing the rules that have made Eastland an institution for FIFTY-FOUR YEARS and the two engage in a disagreement in front of the girls, something I'm sure is probably not the best idea, until Mr. Bradley has made the curfew now 11:50. Note to Blair: this is what you should be calling "strange."
It seems like the show is trying to establish conflict between Mr. Bradley and Miss Mahoney but this promised conflict will go nowhere.
The hair. The shirt. The 1970s could be cruel. At least to Miss Mahoney. |
Blair, watching this exchange and being, well, Blair, asks Cindy what's wrong with her, given that she's always hugging and touching girls and once again says that Cindy is "strange." Cindy protests that the hugging doesn't mean anything but Blair suggests that she might start thinking about what she truly means. Damn, Blair is an asshole.
Mrs. Garrett is in her room with her sewing machine and the unbearable Miss Mahoney, altering a dress for Cindy. Mrs. Garrett says that Cindy is going to be a "foxy lady" (love you, 1979!), Miss Mahoney says she's not wearing anything (special) to the dance and does not have a date to the dance. Why would she bring a date to a school dance? Isn't that weird? She and Mr. Bradley are chaperones and, again, the show is trying to set up conflict and a potential relationship between the two by having Miss Mahoney protesting all over the place about how horrible Mr. Bradley is, blah, blah, blah. Who cares? Clearly not the show or the audience because (Spoiler Alert!) Miss Mahoney is not long for The Facts of Life world. Thank goodness this terrible exchange is interrupted with a brief appearance by Arnold dressed as Farmer John and Tootie and Sue Ann informing Mrs. Garrett that Cindy has locked herself in her room and is dropping out of the Harvest Queen contest. Oh nos!
Cindy is in her room and this is the first shot we get of the girls' dorm rooms. And . . . what? It looks like she's in her grandmother's guest room. Other than two paper mache looking flowers that are on the curtain there is nothing that says two teen girls live in this room (a future episode will tell us that Sue Ann is Cindy's roommate.) Where are the clothes thrown all over? (Something else a future episode would tell us, that Sue Ann throws her clothes all around the room.) Where are the posters of the actors and musicians that all teen girls have? Even sports posters for Cindy? Nope. Nothing other than an Eastland banner and an unidentifiable picture we see in the background when Mrs. Garrett comes in. No wonder Cindy's depressed.
Mrs. Garrett, preparing for many seasons of talks |
Mr. Bradley makes another appearance, this time looking for Cindy since he too has heard that she's going to drop out of the contest but has not received the update that Cindy is back in. He tells Mrs. Garrett that he wants to have a "man to man" talk with Cindy. We get it, show. Jesus. This is really inappropriate. Exit Mr. Bradley and his sports jacket.
Mrs. Garrett compliments Blair in her \(you guessed it) disco-ish 70s dress, ready to take her pretty and conceited self off to collect her Harvest Queen title. She gives Blair a life lesson by suggesting that because she looks sexy and is popular with the boys, she's clearly giving it up. The point being that appearances aren't always accurate. Blair does get a cute line in by telling Mrs. Garrett to ask any boy she's dated - - she's not like that, she's a tease!
We don't actually see any part of the Harvest Fair or dance because the budget for this episode must be around the same dollar amount it currently takes to fill up my car. We see Mrs. Garrett, the Drummonds, Blair and Cindy return to the dorm and congregate in the living room area to rehash the events for those of us (viewers) who didn't get to see it, along with a small table of punch and who cares what else. Cindy did not win the title of Harvest Queen - -shocker! that honor went to Blair, of course - - but she was the Corn Maiden of the Harvest! Keep living the dream, Cindy. Blair's current amour, who we never see, apparently winked at Cindy which set her boy crazy clock off and running. Convenient! Speaking of clocks, the grandfather clock at the bottom of the stairs is apparently stuck at 4:15 throughout this entire episode. At least it's not 4:20? Although the writers and/or producers smoking a bowl (or twelve) might explain some of what was going on here.
Since Blair apologized to Cindy earlier, resulting in the two making up and Cindy's time clock was activated, all is good for now at Eastland. Fade out.
Cindy in her Gunne Sax glory . . . as Harvest Queen runner up |
And while the girls were the focus of the show, along with Mrs. Garrett, there's not necessarily a whole lot of character development. Not surprising given there is only twenty-two minutes in this episode and there are eight central characters, including Mrs. Garrett, plus the side characters of Mr. Bradley and Miss Mahoney.
Maybe the most bizarre thing about this episode is the suggestion that a girl who is a tomboy, who is interested in sports, must be gay. The show played a game of duck and cover, using "strange" as a euphemism for "gay" or "lesbian," but the continual digs at Cindy's oh-so-not-girly appearance and even the adults (I'm looking at you, Bradley) referring to her as if she's a male are infuriating and disgusting. It's a disappointment not only that the show made use of such stereotyping but that the "issue" was quickly resolved, as it were, within minutes by having Cindy get the warm fuzzies over Blair's date.
An okay episode but fortunately nothing at all like what would happen with the series beginning in Season Two. First though, twelve more episodes!
Season One regulars |
Labels:
Charlotte Rae,
Diff'rent Strokes,
Lisa Whelchel,
NBC,
Season 1,
The Facts of Life
Sunday, April 23, 2017
Sunday Funday: Seeing Stars and Their Cars
William Powell admiring Gary Cooper's Duesenberg |
Judy Garland, polishing up in 1938 |
Tyrone Power with his Duesenberg |
Doris May doing her Christmas shopping in 1921 |
Al Jolson and his Mercedes |
Errol Flynn behind the wheel of his Packard |
Rita Hayworth strikes a pose with her 1941 Lincoln Continental |
Wallace Reid with his Stutz Bearcat |
Mae Murray in 1925 with her Duesenberg |
Buster Keaton with his 1928 Austin |
Groucho Marx and his 1930 Packard |
Clark Gable and his 1935 Duesenberg |
Labels:
Al Jolson,
Buster Keaton,
Clark Gable,
Doris May,
Errol Flynn,
Gary Cooper,
Groucho Marx,
Judy Garland,
Mae Murray,
Rita Hayworth,
Stars and Their Cars,
Sunday Funday,
Tyrone Power,
Wallace Reid,
William Powell
Saturday, April 22, 2017
Saturday On Set: Mildred Pierce's Home
I am a huge Joan Crawford fan - - unapologetically so - - and while I love all her films for different reasons, Mildred Pierce ranks right up there in my book.
Something I never picked up in watching the film (repeatedly) myself is that while the Glendale home shown in the exterior is a one story (see above), the interior sets show a lovely staircase leading to the upper floor bedrooms. The wrought iron railing is to die for.
Note that the sofa is on bricks -- apparently it was too low for the cameraman or director.
You can see a bit of the fireplace in the first still below, which looks to be exquisite with some ornate detailing.
Despite what Veda thinks (because she's a spoiled jerk), I love the period details of this set. The arched doorways are fab and even in black and white, you can see the textured walls. I love the little arched niche by the front door. Would you put anything there? My grandmother used to have a table very much like the one Mildred is storing books on by the doorway (see second and larger photo.)
It is interesting that Veda is so embarrassed by this house, which today would be considered a fabulous, historical house. Even in the thirties, which is when I believe the book took place, or 1945, when the film took place, this residence isn't shabby. I would pack up and take it in a hot minute.
Labels:
1945,
Glendale,
James M. Cain,
Joan Crawford,
Mildred Pierce,
Saturday On Set,
Veda Pierce,
Warner Bros
Friday, April 21, 2017
Friday Finery: Gloria Swanson
Happy Friday from the oh-so- glam Gloria Swanson!
Let's talk about this dress for just a moment. It's a Chanel (but of course) and La Swanson wore it for the film Tonight or Never in 1931. I love the halter like bodice with the keyhole front design. And the winged sleeves! When did that go out of style? Tragic. Glamorous Gloria wears the hell out of it - - of course, Ms. Swanson wore the hell out of everything she ever deigned to put on.
Here is another shot of this lovely dress. We are dealing with black and white stills but I'm guessing this dress was also a very stylish black. You simply cannot go wrong with a black dress, can you? Gloria knows it too. Just look at her expression; girlfriend knows she's a badass. Anyone who actually marries a Marquis can absolutely get away with that.
As this was in 1931, Art Deco was all the rage. Love, love, LOVE Art Deco. The fireplace is stunning. I love the inlaid design and the rounded edges. Do you see the ornate iron work of the grate? Check out the paneled mirrored wall in the second snap. Work it, Gloria. Nothing quite like a perfume bottle with an atomizer.
One thing that you may overlook but is simply fab is the door behind Ms. Swanson. No simple trim for this lady. Those Deco lines do her justice. And check out the design on the actual door. People in the 30s knew how to live. I think we need to bring those designs back.
What do you think?
Labels:
1931,
Art Deco,
Coco Chanel,
Friday Finery,
Gloria Swanson,
Tonight or Never
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