The greatest of all the wood-people, Pomona herself

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Happiness is a duck in the oven and a glaze of quinces and cider simmering on the stove. In one of its forms, anyway. Another is new books—papersky's Ha'penny, desperance's Shelter, Ben Parzybok's Couch, Growing Back: Poems 1972—1992 by Rika Lesser. Yet another is lesser_celery, in person, talking about Tom Stoppard and beef stock and dirty bombs. Music I haven't heard yet. An enameled plaque of squid. My brother, dozing. TCM appears to be playing film noir for Christmas, of which I totally approve. Tomorrow, the Museum of Science; first, I must attend to the duck.

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Merry ChriFSMas.

And to you. Arrr.

Just to let you know-- the sixth (actually the first) track on Norilana (assuming you've been following help_vera and know about my offering) is going to be called, and inspired by, "Clay Lies Still".

No, I knew about helpvera, but I hadn't realized you were involved: I'm honored! I am totally counting this among my Christmas presents.

Yes, the uncut version. With commercials, six hours. I was impressed.

With commercials? Oh, unintentionally ironic literalization, please eat your heart out.

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Oh, unintentionally ironic literalization, please eat your heart out.

As hard as it is to take John Wayne seriously at any time (I'm just starting to do the western thing, and I cut my Wayne teeth last year with those Lone Star serials that are so, so bad, and then there was the whole High Noon affair and the resultant Rio Bravo-- which is as silly as any JW/Gabby Hayes Lone Star feature), it's even harder when he's interrupted every fifteen minutes by Billy Mays yelling about the newest great infomercial product. Someone once said (I believe of King Kong) that it's impossible to be scared by any movie interrupted every fifteen minutes by deodorant commercials. Thirty or more years ago I read that quote, and yet still, it's a defining tenet of my movie-watching.

And my, I've gotten way off topic.

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(I'm just starting to do the western thing, and I cut my Wayne teeth last year with those Lone Star serials that are so, so bad, and then there was the whole High Noon affair and the resultant Rio Bravo-- which is as silly as any JW/Gabby Hayes Lone Star feature)

I can recommend him in both The Long Voyage Home (1940) and True Grit (1969), although those are not in any other way similar films.

I just saw High Noon (1952) a few nights ago. It was terrific.

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I just saw High Noon (1952) a few nights ago. It was terrific.

It is! I didn't expect much from it, as Gary Cooper has never done anything for me, but he really outdid himself in there. Even if you don't get the underlying vitriol (and honestly, is anyone under the age of fifty going to if Robert Osborne doesn't tell them about it?*) it's a fantastic piece of work.

*save movie geeks, of course.