And it came to pass that being unable to attend the Catgirl Goth Rave, to which I had non-hyperbolically been looking forward for months, I resigned myself to doing not much of anything with my Friday night beyond experimenting with molasses cookies and reading the second volume of Michael Powell's autobiography, both of which are fine things in their own right, but rather lacking in glowsticks and cat ears. And then I saw that TCM was showing something called A Letter for Evie (1946) with Marsha Hunt and Hume Cronyn, the former a stranger to me, the latter—I tracked down Lifeboat (1944) and The Seventh Cross (1944) and The Postman Always Rings Twice (1946) in the days long before Netflix just so I could see him in another role besides Professor Elwell, all right? I imprinted on him and Walter Slezak at an early age. And it was a variation on Cyrano de Bergerac, taking place between a shirt-factory secretary, a shy dendrologist, and the platoon lothario during World War II, with recurring motif by Jerome Kern. Jules Dassin did tempt me and I did watch. And considering the mood I was in at midnight, it was kind of exactly what I needed. Thanks, TV. Who knew?
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- 1: And there's this all-night garage and the 7-Eleven
- 2: So Krishna stole the butter, did he?
- 3: ?פֿאַר װאָס זאָל איך אײַך געבן דירה-געלט אַז די קיך איז צעבראָכן
- 4: You brought me back a lemon and you squeezed me tight
- 5: I was never there, I only read the book, I only saw the film
- 6: Here we are half-awake
- 7: We just want to go to a stately home built in the Georgian style
- 8: Sit thee down and put them on
- 9: My life's a crooked mess of things I've broken with my head
- 10: A second flood, a simple famine, plagues of locusts everywhere
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