2016-11-26

sovay: (Cho Hakkai: intelligence)
After weeks of accelerating insomnia, I did not sleep at all last night and everything hurts. This is not at all the post I planned to make today, but it has just come to my attention and you will see in a moment why it requires sharing.

Boston-area people! Do you remember that time four years ago when I went to New York City to see Busby Berkeley's inexpressibly batshit Technicolor musical The Gang's All Here (1943) with [livejournal.com profile] derspatchel and [livejournal.com profile] rushthatspeaks and [livejournal.com profile] ladymondegreen and came home raving about Edward Everett Horton's lipstick and Carmen Miranda's tutti-frutti hat? The HFA will be screening this film in early December as part of what looks like a buttload of Busby Berkeley. I'll link to the series page when it becomes available, but for now I wish to point out that the list of available titles includes not just mainstays like 42nd Street (1933) and Gold Diggers of 1933 (1933), but non-musical oddities like Fast and Furious (1938), non-musical dramas like They Made Me a Criminal (1939), and the rest of the Gold Diggers series up through Gold Diggers in Paris (1938), which is the one I haven't seen. Do I think Roman Scandals (1933) with Eddie Cantor will be any good in the usual sense of the word? Do I care? One of these movies is just called Dames (1934). If it wouldn't give me a migraine, I would be strongly inclined to park myself in the front row like Wittgenstein with a couple of cold pork pies and just watch the Technicolor go by for weeks. As I have some sense of sociopolitical responsibility (and not that much money) and don't actually want a migraine, I will probably just bring the pork pie in honor of Carmen Miranda and sit at the back of the theater like usual, but I hope that many of you will join me. The Gang's All Here is really very difficult to explain. Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, darüber muß man schweigen.
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