'Stead of treated, we get tricked
1. And now, our special late-breaking edition of Dawn Over Marblehead brings you this important bulletin:
THAT WAS BERNADETTE PETERS IN THE MOVIE MUSICAL OF ANNIE I MEAN I KNEW ABOUT TIM CURRY AND CAROL BURNETT WHO DOESN'T AND I'VE ALWAYS BEEN WILLING TO TAKE MY MOTHER'S WORD FOR IT THAT THE BALD GUY WAS ALBERT FINNEY BUT I AM FOR SOME REASON SURPRISED BY WAIT A MINUTE ANN REINKING WAS ALSO IN THIS THING LOOK I DON'T EVEN HAVE THAT MUCH NOSTALGIA ATTACHED TO THIS MOVIE BUT WHY AM I NOT WATCHING AT LEAST THE MUSICAL NUMBERS RIGHT NOW?
(The Onion A.V. Club caused me to think about latter-day movie musicals. I find it difficult to believe Little Shop of Horrors (1986) was the last classical example of the form, but I agree that Chicago (2002) was not even slightly it.)
2. In slightly less shouty news, I am planning to spend tonight at the Anti-Morris on Vinal Avenue and then at Nosferatu (1922) at the Brattle if I can work out tickets, considering their online service seems to give my browser fits.
3. This would be the traditional mix.
Carbon Leaf, "Follow the Lady"
She assigned a witch to spell my heart and now I'm drawn to her
Siren song, draw the ships, orchestrate the eclipse of this amateur
Do Not Forsake Me Oh My Darling, "Episode 7: The Schizoid Man"
I see you at night
Swear I'm not dreaming
You're a ball of light
And I wake up screaming
The Pack a.d., "Haunt You"
I died
I'll haunt you
The Secret History, "Count Backwards (Rock 'n' Roll Never Dies)"
Bela Lugosi's dead and I don't feel so hot myself
Hans Conried, "Dressing Song (Do-Mi-Do Duds)"
So come and dress me in the blossoms of a million pink trees
Come on and dress me up in liverwurst and Camembert cheese
Come on and dress me up in pretzels—dress me up in bock beer suds
Happy Halloween.
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THAT WAS BERNADETTE PETERS IN THE MOVIE MUSICAL OF ANNIE I MEAN I KNEW ABOUT TIM CURRY AND CAROL BURNETT WHO DOESN'T AND I'VE ALWAYS BEEN WILLING TO TAKE MY MOTHER'S WORD FOR IT THAT THE BALD GUY WAS ALBERT FINNEY BUT I AM FOR SOME REASON SURPRISED BY WAIT A MINUTE ANN REINKING WAS ALSO IN THIS THING LOOK I DON'T EVEN HAVE THAT MUCH NOSTALGIA ATTACHED TO THIS MOVIE BUT WHY AM I NOT WATCHING AT LEAST THE MUSICAL NUMBERS RIGHT NOW?
(The Onion A.V. Club caused me to think about latter-day movie musicals. I find it difficult to believe Little Shop of Horrors (1986) was the last classical example of the form, but I agree that Chicago (2002) was not even slightly it.)
2. In slightly less shouty news, I am planning to spend tonight at the Anti-Morris on Vinal Avenue and then at Nosferatu (1922) at the Brattle if I can work out tickets, considering their online service seems to give my browser fits.
3. This would be the traditional mix.
Carbon Leaf, "Follow the Lady"
She assigned a witch to spell my heart and now I'm drawn to her
Siren song, draw the ships, orchestrate the eclipse of this amateur
Do Not Forsake Me Oh My Darling, "Episode 7: The Schizoid Man"
I see you at night
Swear I'm not dreaming
You're a ball of light
And I wake up screaming
The Pack a.d., "Haunt You"
I died
I'll haunt you
The Secret History, "Count Backwards (Rock 'n' Roll Never Dies)"
Bela Lugosi's dead and I don't feel so hot myself
Hans Conried, "Dressing Song (Do-Mi-Do Duds)"
So come and dress me in the blossoms of a million pink trees
Come on and dress me up in liverwurst and Camembert cheese
Come on and dress me up in pretzels—dress me up in bock beer suds
Happy Halloween.
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I suppose in fairness, she was yet the major Broadway star that we know now. Instead she was Steve Martin's girlfriend so she was just in his movies.
They still should have let her sing.
That's pretty much the only reason why i don't like that movie. I see what it was trying to do. I like what it was trying to do, but when you give us great actors who can sing and then make them lip synch - there are just no words.
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Happy Halloween, and may all the shades who brush your hand be kindly ones.
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Thanks! Happy Halloween to you as well!
Thanks for the tracks.
I hope you have an enjoyable evening. May tickets to Nosferatu be available to you despite the goblins and gremlins of website and browser design. May the textured silence of octiron Anti-Morris bells be most profound. 'Tis pity there's too much salty water in the way for said side to pay a visit to the Swan and Three Cygnets in Durham where the staff refused to serve Morris dancers as their bells allegedly violated the pub's no-music policy.
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Whenever I think of Morris, I follow it with Pratchett. "And turn...and kill!"
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Huh. And I was just thinking a while back, "Who played Rooster's girlfriend? I should watch that movie again in case it's someone I would now recognize."
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