A Big One ...


 

.... gone today.  died in his sleep. nice. his name is an adjective. glamour, richness, adventure, rightness, fun, buzz. everyone has a favorite of his. everyone remembers sitting in a movie seat taking in his 20th century fecundity. thru all our lives. my favorite move of his is in Barefoot in the Park - Fonda says don't touch me during a stupid argument and he does his MGM Cary G double gorgeous take - like he can't believe what he's hearing - and he pokes her rib - maybe more than once - I'll have to check. wonder if he made that up himself. nice to think so. he was there when I first noticed movies, when they became part of my later young life big time and for a very very long time after. american man in all of his glory, fixed in time now. another time. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Bye

Image
  My old apartment is completely empty ex for an almost empty bottle of Windex. It’s been less than a week since I left it and now it’s unlocked. I like to go down and visit.  There’s something strange and special about an empty apartment. Besides the echo - it evokes a number of things for me. The past, the future, quietude, melancholy, loss, Last Tango in Paris - where Brando and the young French sexpot both check out a beautiful empty apartment and I think Brando rents it and they meet there and have wild sex and he makes her promise to never say or tell him her name and vice versa and it's such a wild fantasy, two nameless people flooring it again and again for good or bad underneath a night skyway in the City of Lights.  
Read more

easter

Image
my lovely niece never misses an opportunity to turn out and up big time when it comes to holiday celebrations ... a fine repast was had by all while some of the kids played in the backyard
Read more

Papa Dearest and ...

Image
  Have been indulging in all things mid century Roman lately - reading about the beginnings of neo-realism, Pucci fashion papparazzi. Watched A Special Day last night on Youtube - a very special movie. Sophia and Marcello are skyrocket superb. The script is, too. At one point while she’s making coffee, prettying up for him in front of the bathroom mirror and dealing with an old nosey neighbor - he looks at an album of Mussolini fotos he assumes is one of her six childrens. It's hers - a scrapbook of her savior and sex symbol. Brilliant.   Watch a ’77 Cavett interview with SL and MM on the Tube. It affirms you don’t have to be skinny and blond and twenty to emit  heart stopping sex appeal.  
Read more