Another Old Movie Blog

Carol Channing, whom we lost this week at 97 years old, performs a hilarious skit on the downfall of a silent movie star.  God bless her.

Dear Edna May Oliver, a formidable talent, and clearly fearless and unrepentant in her poses, is one of my favorite Massachusetts girls...

No one ever sings, “Oh, there’s no place like the office for the holidays…” but that is where we visit this Christmas, the office pa...

“Boy!   Are we happy!” Walter Abel yell s during yet another clutch moment in Holiday Inn (1942) as the conniving, frenetic talent a...

Tomorrow, December 7th, marks the 77th anniversary of the day America stood on the precipice of World War II, and a generation -- now re...

A holiday shopping announcement! Now through December 31st, the eBook version of my collection of essays on classic film, Movies ...

When I was a child, I was a big fan of "ace reporter" Sweet Polly Purebread.  As an adult, I occasionally find myself singing t...

The Desperate Hours (1955) brought the escaped convict genre to suburbia. That’s where everyone else was headed in the 1950s, and th...

A pivotal moment in the film Casablanca (1942) occurs when Major Strasser and the other Nazis are drowned out in their singing of “D...