Notes from a day which involved a lot of running around, although the part where I saw a friend in the afternoon was good, and the spotlight-white full moon is spectacular.
1. Autolycus' results came back from the vet. He will need us to watch what we feed him, but otherwise he is going to be fine. We are very relieved. He is an important small cat.
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greygirlbeast's, because I never did get around to writing about Robert Aldrich's The Flight of the Phoenix (1965) on my own time:
I love that movie. I can't even count how many times I've seen it. It is almost certainly the first movie in which I saw James Stewart (though possibly not Richard Attenborough, since The Great Escape (1963) was always playing somewhere in my childhood), definitely Hardy Krüger, Ian Bannen, Ernest Borgnine, Dan Duryea, the rest of them. I find it a comfort movie. Everyone in it is flawed and everyone in it is fucked up and nevertheless they manage to pull together and rescue themselves against all obstacles including themselves; the script insists on its two central figures both being sympathetic, being wrong at different points, and both being right. I'm more used to seeing that kind of complexity in stories where the equal and opposing forces explode. It's really nice not to have that happen. It's not presented as easy. But nothing else would have saved their lives.
3. I understand from the internet that The Eagle and the Hawk (1933) is perhaps the bleakest of the pre-Code aviation war films adapted from the works of John Monk Saunders, which in a genre that includes the original version of The Dawn Patrol (1930) and The Last Flight (1931) is saying something. I will almost certainly watch it if it comes around on TCM, because I have lately become interested in Fredric March. I regret that this studio photograph appears to be lying to me, however, when it suggests some kind of wartime OT3 of March, Cary Grant, and Carole Lombard, because I'd watch that even faster.
1. Autolycus' results came back from the vet. He will need us to watch what we feed him, but otherwise he is going to be fine. We are very relieved. He is an important small cat.
2. Reproduced from comments over at
greygirlbeast's, because I never did get around to writing about Robert Aldrich's The Flight of the Phoenix (1965) on my own time:I love that movie. I can't even count how many times I've seen it. It is almost certainly the first movie in which I saw James Stewart (though possibly not Richard Attenborough, since The Great Escape (1963) was always playing somewhere in my childhood), definitely Hardy Krüger, Ian Bannen, Ernest Borgnine, Dan Duryea, the rest of them. I find it a comfort movie. Everyone in it is flawed and everyone in it is fucked up and nevertheless they manage to pull together and rescue themselves against all obstacles including themselves; the script insists on its two central figures both being sympathetic, being wrong at different points, and both being right. I'm more used to seeing that kind of complexity in stories where the equal and opposing forces explode. It's really nice not to have that happen. It's not presented as easy. But nothing else would have saved their lives.
3. I understand from the internet that The Eagle and the Hawk (1933) is perhaps the bleakest of the pre-Code aviation war films adapted from the works of John Monk Saunders, which in a genre that includes the original version of The Dawn Patrol (1930) and The Last Flight (1931) is saying something. I will almost certainly watch it if it comes around on TCM, because I have lately become interested in Fredric March. I regret that this studio photograph appears to be lying to me, however, when it suggests some kind of wartime OT3 of March, Cary Grant, and Carole Lombard, because I'd watch that even faster.
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