tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092350404895325373.post734888866105681029..comments2024-03-24T21:42:48.278-04:00Comments on Another Old Movie Blog: That Was Then; This is NowJacqueline T. Lynchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11047941886908178350noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092350404895325373.post-14593840302207538792008-03-05T17:57:00.000-05:002008-03-05T17:57:00.000-05:00Aha! That's a good one, yes. Murdering the dear ...Aha! That's a good one, yes. Murdering the dear animals. Also endangering them with cruelty (this was before "no animals were harmed in the making of this motion picture.") I had reviewed a Harold Lloyd film some time ago where they tied a dog's leash to a merry-go-round, and the poor thing was dragged by his neck until Mr. Lloyd evidently either got tired of the "joke" or thought of a new gag.<BR/><BR/>I hope the dog bit somebody afterwards. My sense of fair play.Jacqueline T. Lynchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11047941886908178350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092350404895325373.post-91363216227264164882008-03-05T13:31:00.000-05:002008-03-05T13:31:00.000-05:00Okay, so I came back to note that there IS somethi...Okay, so I came back to note that there IS something I can't get past and I discovered this a couple of weeks ago: hunting endangered animals. I watched the beginning of King Solomon's Mines, a movie I thought was swell as a girl, and the killing of the elephant just horrified me to the point that I switched it off. <BR/><BR/>I'd forgotten all about that. I guess what gets me is the sheer unbridled waste (like your gasoline horror!) as well as the fact that it's probably not faked.The Sirenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13587505433284584391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092350404895325373.post-53423766155531227532008-03-04T07:39:00.000-05:002008-03-04T07:39:00.000-05:00Hi, Siren. The drinking is especially noted by mo...Hi, Siren. The drinking is especially noted by most community theater groups who perform lots of "chestnut" plays like "Bell, Book and Candle" or "Arsenic and Old Lace" or Agatha Christie mysteries - there is always a bar, a grog tray, or at least one decanter to fill with juice that looks like brandy. You cannot perform a play written before 1950 without a drink in your hand.Jacqueline T. Lynchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11047941886908178350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092350404895325373.post-40038929554526320282008-03-03T22:07:00.000-05:002008-03-03T22:07:00.000-05:00After years of watching these things and immersing...After years of watching these things and immersing myself in prior decades I have pretty good suspension of disbelief. What usually brings me up short are the racial attitudes. For ex: I love His Girl Friday but no amount of allowing for the period can keep me from cringing at the word "pickaninny." It throws me right out of the movie for a minute or two.<BR/><BR/>The drinking can pull me up short occasionally too, but in a different way. Judging by movies, people used to drink a lot more - and they drank hard liquor, and they did it every day as a matter of course. Sometimes this is a bit horrifying (I saw a movie recently where a pregnant woman was downing a cocktail) but mostly it just looks kind of fun. Like in Dodsworth, they are pouring a cocktail for a visitor, it's afternoon, there's nothing wrong and nobody is trying to drown any sorrows, and they give the guy -- I swear -- half a big ol' tumbler of straight Scotch with a little squirt of water in it. This was just common hospitality. Bottoms up!<BR/><BR/>as for parking, the ability to pull up and park in front of wherever you're going is way up there on my list of Big Movie Unreality Moments. That one is very much with us still, though. I don't care if every bad guy in the universe is chasing you, in a movie if you need to get into a building fast, zip, there's a parking space.The Sirenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13587505433284584391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092350404895325373.post-9791659000437325172008-02-25T20:17:00.000-05:002008-02-25T20:17:00.000-05:00Hi, Laura and Bacall, thanks for stopping by. I s...Hi, Laura and Bacall, thanks for stopping by. I suppose we're all a little fixed on gasoline these days. Isn't funny how in these old movies there's always a place to park, too? Jimmy Stewart never has to drive around the block a few times. I don't think I could even park his great big old Plymouth without hitting something.<BR/><BR/>And I hope readers will head for Bacall's Cine Classics site, a very interesting blog.Jacqueline T. Lynchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11047941886908178350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092350404895325373.post-76400141254795499022008-02-25T19:51:00.000-05:002008-02-25T19:51:00.000-05:00I can definitely understand what you are saying he...I can definitely understand what you are saying here. When I watch classic films it's as if I were in a Time Machine, I lose myself, then suddenly I am awaken when I see scenes like the one you saw in Vertigo (big car, a lot of gas). I have to remind myself, that was then, and this is now. I forget I am living in 2008 and not 1940's, and 50's, etc.<BR/><BR/>Funny how we can't even watch a classic film to escape our reality, reality always hits us even when time traveling. Nice blog. I will will add your blog on my blog roll.Bacallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06218751211069541507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092350404895325373.post-21322927566063067942008-02-25T17:04:00.000-05:002008-02-25T17:04:00.000-05:00What a fun post - I smiled over your meandering th...What a fun post - I smiled over your meandering thoughts on Jimmy Stewart wasting gas. Isn't it funny how sometimes we can lose sight of the historical context and find ourselves surprised when comparing a film to "modern" living? Looking at a movie through those "multiple lenses" can be very interesting.<BR/><BR/>Best wishes,<BR/>LauraLaurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09626109831176745957noreply@blogger.com