I aten't dead, I am just phenomenally tired to the point where I spent almost all of yesterday in a cat-supporting stupor on the couch. It was potentially unwise to take a walk this afternoon, especially a longer walk than planned, but the light was so beautiful. We made a sort of loop of the nearby Mystic and discovered a dead gas station.
( Are you under a spell? )
Night After Night (1932) would be deservedly immortal for introducing Mae West to the movies, but it won my heart in the opening scenes when Roscoe Karns ran a bath for George Raft, who got into it wearing nothing but a strategic camera angle. I wanted to phone the ghost of Boyd McDonald. Let's hear it for pre-Code Hollywood.
( Are you under a spell? )
Night After Night (1932) would be deservedly immortal for introducing Mae West to the movies, but it won my heart in the opening scenes when Roscoe Karns ran a bath for George Raft, who got into it wearing nothing but a strategic camera angle. I wanted to phone the ghost of Boyd McDonald. Let's hear it for pre-Code Hollywood.
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