tilly_stratford: (Astaire: Wry smile)
There are certain actors I try to avoid seeing in colour. Sure it's fine for novelty's sake (I still have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that Ginger Rogers' ostrich feather gown in Top Hat was actually very very blue), but for the duration of an entire movie it can be really distracting to me.

To be honest, I think my distaste comes from the fact that the sort of actors and actresses I think were beautiful and handsome and yummy during the thirties and forties were getting on in years by the time colour film were becoming the big thing. Not even tons of makeup could disguise drooping jowls and wrinkles from early Technicolor, boy was that an unforgiving medium. (To me, Georges Guètary looks at least ten years older in An American in Paris than he does in some his later French movies).

I've been thinking about this because yesterday I saw Fred Astaire in Technicolor, and the routine was so good it's probably the first time I've been able to forget that I'm watching Fred Astaire in Technicolor.

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(Too bad this video flattens the colours further - I think I like Lucille Bremer in this scene mostly because her bright red hair reminds me of Moira Shearer).

Trust me to love any storyline involving elegant thieves. And maybe it was due to how for the most part Ziegfield Follies (1945) is a bore up until this sequence, but that step and turn he does at 06:08 had me gasping audibly. I'd forgotten how much I absolutely adore Astaire. Later on in the movie he dances with Gene Kelly you know, in their only real teamup ever - which in turn reminded me how much I love Kelly (who sure fills out that suit in a way Astaire never could, mmmm those legs).
tilly_stratford: (Lupin III: Go getter)
As my search for a guide to the forty-yearold Lupin III franchise hasn't turned up anything (not in a language I understand in any case) I thought I might as well do some mini-reviews as I go along. The TV series I think I'll do at the end of each season, and as for the feature-lenght stuff (including theatrical releases, TV specials and OVAs) there are currently thirty-one movies. Seriously. Thirty-one - and true to tradition they make a new one every year, so the number keeps growing. Yes, so I think I'll sum up the movies in groups of five. Beginning here.

And as for something stupid - yesterday I watched The Fuma Conspiracy (which I'll talk more about in a minute) and since I am one of those people who have to act upon every silly little notion that enters my head, I simply had to fire up my new video editing programme and do a little splicing:

I don't know dude. It felt right.

Lupin III mini movie reviews )

There. Just enough to archive them in my head.

You know - I have flirted with the English dubs of this series (because oh there's been a multitude) but... nah, it doesn't feel right. Not to mention how through the years, because of that little legal matter of the rights to the name Arsène Lupin, it means every single one of them seem to have a different name for the series and the main character, including Wolf, Cliff Hanger and Chase Tracer. I simply refuse to watch the adventures of Cliff Hanger, people.
tilly_stratford: (Buster: kiss)
Again back from the film club, and after watching The Tales of Hoffmann (1951) I've come to realize a couple of things:

You know that creepy guy who was the Child Catcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang? That was Robert Helpmann, a celebrated Australian ballet dancer! Also he was kinda hot. And Wikipedia tells me his obituary in The Times described him as "a homosexual of the proselytizing kind" which I find all kinds of hardcore. And a little humorous.

Second, that this haunting song right here:

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- is, in fact, from The Tales of Hoffmann. I've loved it for years, and I had no idea. (And oh my God, it's the music from the Evergood coffee commercials! I had 'Barcarolle' on CD, and just now I realized it's used in those commercials!)
tilly_stratford: (Cat: relaxed)
Why is it that all the problems always crop up at the very very end of my shift? I've had a nice shift today, really I have, but then everything went belly-up at the last minute and I'm in such a bad mood now.

Ah well. Remember Felix, the most unapproachable cat ever? He licked my hand today. Granted I'd just been handling food, but hell, Felix willingly interacted with a human. And then I tried to touch him and got mauled to death. Baby steps...

I also completely failed to take any pictures today (I like to pretend they interest you all), but instead I got a short little low-quality mobile movie of Emil (my first cat-shaving experience you remember) being weirded out by my bottle of water.

Music added for mood enhancement.

Hell yeah, check out my sweet carpet purse.
tilly_stratford: (Bogie)
The Night of the Hunter (1955) proved to be one of those movies that makes me sit back and think "Jesus Christ I love films". Magic. And possibly my second favourite murder scene.

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My God. My God.


On the way to the movie club I listened to the BBC SH adaption of 'The resident patient'. I've never noticed that bizarre little interlude with Holmes, Watson, and that passing lady of the night before. I think it's supposed to be humorous, but I can quite tell what the punchline's supposed to be. Huh.
tilly_stratford: (Default)
Oh, yesterday I forgot to mention one thing: It was my one-year anniversary of living in Bergen! I celebrated the day by simply following my beloved Saturday routine: Tacos and an old movie. Yesterday's movie (apart from The Spirit, feh) was Laurence Olivier's Richard III.

I've never read any of Shakeaspeare's so-called historicals, so all I knew about the monarch I've learned this last year (and most of that mostly consisted of "don't assume what you've heard about Richard III actually happened").

But oooh, deliciously evil. What was more delightful than Richard thrusting his hand forward for his cousin to kiss? OH APART FROM BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL GOD I LOVE THAT.

But it was really the supporting cast that made this for me. John Gielgud acting his ass off before being murdered in the first act, and wonderful wonderful Patrick Troughton in a small but pivotal role as Sir James Tyrrel:

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tilly_stratford: (Fred and Cyd don't mind you watching)
Of the things that have succeeded in keeping me sane this last month (support from my family going without saying), I'd definitely place Cab Calloway among them.

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There's not a thing that isn't amazing about this clip.

Meanwhile, there's a lot of noise out in my hall and I hear men's voices. I've no idea what's going on but as long as they don't bother me I'll let them go about their business, which appears to be in the attic judging from the sounds.
tilly_stratford: (Default)
The natives grieve
When the white men leave their huts
Because they're obviously
Definitely nuts

You know what's sillier than watching a silent movie and sighing dejectedly because an actor lived decades before me?

To watch a silent movie and sigh dejectedly because an actor was gay, and lived decades before me.

Oooh, Ivor Novello. You and your damned beautiful androgynous features.

So yeah, I've been watching The Lodger from 1927, which is my first silent Hitchcock movie. I was really amused by how it still felt like a Hitchcock movie, only in a sort of distilled form with a pinch of German expressionism. It was delightfully horrific at times too.

My first Novello film as well. I think I didn't fancy him until that long drawn-out scene where you're supposed to wonder if he's going to kiss or kill the girl, and it's just so lovely tense and sexy.

Okay, so those things aren't odd. This is odd: You know how I'm fascinated by silent movie estethics, especially makeup? Well, high on sugar I sat down with eyeliner and tried to imitate it. Aaaand... I have a web camera.

I'm not quite sure how this happened )
tilly_stratford: (Bing Christmas)
May all your days be merry
Your seasons full of cheer
But 'til it's January
I'll just go and disappear

It's a wonder how a good night's sleep can change your outlook. I might have painted my situation a little too bleakly yesterday. I think things'll work out fine.

And as usual, I was a little too quick with sending out my wish list this year. Hey will you look at that, it's only the book I've been trying to get hold of for years and years and which is as far as I've learned impossible to get hold of in Norway. *Whistles*

You know since lo and behold [livejournal.com profile] tiny_cs posted a Bing video today, I think I'll add to the crooner Christmas love with Dino:

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I'll probably never live this down as a Bing fan and all, but the song 'White Christmas'? I feel it's a bit meh, really. The movie though? I love it. Even though I can't bloody stand Vera-Ellen - but Danny Kaye in wooly mittens makes it all endurable.
tilly_stratford: (Bogie)
I didn't know if it was day or night
I started kissin' everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of love potion number nine

Well will you look at that, somebody uploaded a clip from Prince of Foxes, and it's the dagger scene!

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COME ON, can you honestly watch that (especially from around 4:00 and out) and tell me with a straight face that it isn't absolutely dripping with fabulous subtext? Maurice was straighter than that!

And man, Welles was so good at doing sinister and powerful. And he had The Voice, I mentioned that earlier, didn't I? I can only think of two actors with The Voice, Orson Welles - and Tom Baker. I think there must be something in the human makeup that just instantly responds to certain pitches and timbres.

Which reminds me, I've got the original War of the Worlds radio broadcast somewhere, and I still haven't listened to it. I should do that immediately, if only the cable to the mp3-player wasn't in another part of the country right now.

Ooh. And that Tyrone Power, what a dreamboat.
tilly_stratford: (Fred and Cyd don't mind you watching)
But I, I never felt so much life
Than tonight, huddled in the trenches
Gazing on the battlefield
Our rifles blaze away
We blaze away

In a fit of procrastination I started and finished the second part of my ongoing picspam series today (the first part I think I spent three days putting together) so here you have it:

part 1b, ten gorgeous women who should inspire the development of time travelling technology. Meaning they are dead. And this time I stuck solely to classic (and even pre-classic) Hollywood.

Don't be too startled by the first one )

That was the female list. Next up (by the time I've forgotten how many hours I actually spend on compiling these lists): Current guys who looked deceptively good-looking when they were younger.

And now I'm going to sleep like nobody's business.
tilly_stratford: (Bogie)
Silk suit, black tie
I dont need a reason why
They come runnin just as fast as they can
Coz every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man

For no other reason that I feel like doing pretty picspams, I'm thinking of doing a sort of epic series of who's who of attractive people, categorically. Because there have been so many beautiful celebrities and I've just recategorized my image folders.

So I present part 1a, ten gorgeous men who should inspire the development of time travelling technology. Meaning they happen to be dead. Hey, I had to make some kind of categories.

So if the sort of golden age of Hollywood era isn't your cup of tea, in subsequent posts I'll head onto pastures more modern. Or something.

Numbered, but we're talking apples and oranges here )

So who is it that you can't believe I left off my list? What would your list look like? Do some procrastinating with me!

Coming up (when I next find the time): The female counterparts.
tilly_stratford: (Default)
In December when the wind is blowing
And the snow is on the Bois d'Issy
Sunshine still is in the golden glasses
Marguerite drink the sun with me

You can keep your Maurice Chevaliers and your Jean-Claude Pascals and your, er... Marcel Duchamps (I'm running out of Frenchmen. I'd mention Frédéric Diefenthal, only I want to keep him), it's Georges Guétary that makes me want to pick up French again.

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Each time I discover movies and artists and whatever pretty much by accident, I always think how impossibly much good music and movies there must be in the world that I'll never hear of.

When I first heard Guétary singing I thought that timbre-y stuff was so annoying. Luckily, with my Gene Kelly obsession all those years ago I watched 'An American in Paris' five billion times and it grew on me.

OMG DOMINO MASK AND TUXEDO. Pardon me while I swoon a bit.
tilly_stratford: (Transvestite brigade)
Here's a ring to prove that I'm no joker
There's three ways that love can grow
That's good, bad and mediocre
Oh J-A-N-E-T, I love you so

Man, what a weekend!

Tiny and me've had a blast, as you should well have come to expect by now. We've been thriving on chocolate pudding, watching ridiculous - and I do mean ridiculous - amounts of QI. Hours and hours and hours of QI, which did my completely pure and platonic crush on Stephen Fry no favours (ngh intellect and wit and personality! Mindcrush!).

There's also been quite a bit of The Daily Show and The Colbert Report, as well as - let's see - Eddie Izzard, The Princess Bride and The Wicker Man (Ewar Woowar! Ewar Woowar!) and QI. And another healthy helping of QI.

But you want to hear about the Rocky Horror Picture Show, and it was brilliant! I'm ashamed to admit that I experienced a strangely exhilarating rush by shouting "ASSHOLE!" and "BORING!" in unison with a large group of people. My moment of glory, which I shall treasure forever, came at the end of the movie, the audience had been silent for a while, and my lone voice cried out in response to RiffRaff's line with a cheerful "GOODBYE, ALL OF THIS!" before people caught on with "HELLO, OBLIVION!". Ah, you take your pride where you can find it.

Sure, it probably wasn't as wild as the American screenings I've heard stories about, but it was brilliant. I'm already looking forward to next year.

For those of you who with knowledge of my build and who've got brainbleach handy, I can tell you I wore a black corset, hotpants, fishnets (but of course), a gorgeous purple velvety coat my mother gave me, and Converses (because I'll have to practice walking with high heels). And I was comfortable with it. I don't know, for one night of the year I can wear bright blue eyeshadow and fancy underwear with lots of other half-naked people, and somehow that doesn't bother me, it was all in good fun and we all looked equally ridiculous.

Roll on, next year (I'll remember to bring a water squirter).

Aaand meme time:
Comment on this post requesting one and I'll give you a band/music artist. Don't worry, I'll make it one you know and love. You put your ten favorite songs by that band on your LJ, then challenge others to do the same.

[livejournal.com profile] ursulageorgi gave me Rocky Horror Picture Show, heh.

Quake with fear, you tiny fools! )
tilly_stratford: (Jon sporfle)
You’re the best in town
Listen to that sound
A little bit of all you got
Can never bring you down

Well, you know how it is. You watch [livejournal.com profile] purple_smurf's brilliant Duggan fanvid and late at night you get a crack idea. Then a quiet afternoon comes along, you've got your bundled edition of Windows Movie Maker and suddenly this... thing... has been made.

Okay, so maybe you don't know how it is.

Because as much as I love Duggan, it's the Scarlionis that rocks my socks off.

So, Tilly's first fanvid. I'm sorry.

Cut for those with no room for green spaghetti monsters in their hearts )

I'm certain you can tell this has nothing to do with my slight crush on young!Julian Glover. Of course not.

The funny thing is that while I was uploading this I found another Scarlioni
, so while I'm not the first, I am delighted a one-off villain from the seventies can still garner enthusiasm. And I wasn't trying to tell a tragic lovestory, I just wanted to bring attention to the spaghetti monster and smexy villain couple and Glover in a white suit.

And now I never want to hear that song again. And neither, I suspect, does the girl who lives in the room next to mine. Sorry neighbour.
tilly_stratford: (Time war)
You know the saying that all who love are blind
It seems that ancient adage still applies
I guess I should have seen right through you
But the moon got in my eyes

Do you miss the days when you could go into the children's section at the library, gently pull another Where's Waldo? from the bookcase and spend hours looking for a stripy weirdo with glasses?

Well, now you can do it alt-rock style! Just watch Radio P3's recording of the Kaizers Orchestra concert at Øya for free and play a game of Where's Tilly? through fifteen delightful songs.

Your target:

Weirdo with glasses, bleached hair and stripy blue sweater. Extra points are awarded for spotting the weirdo with glasses and purple hair (HINT: Purple-haired weirdo is often found in close proximity to stripy weirdo.) Both feature extensively throughout the concert.

Man, what a day that was.

I have now lived in Bergen a week and some, what do I miss? I mean, excluding the fact that everybody I hold dear are many many miles away. I miss The daily show. You don't know you've got an addiction until you're forced to live without. I actually had a TV-watching dream last night. All reruns. Thank God for the excellent official website, says I.

I generally have some pretty colourful dreams these days. The other night I dreamt I was the Master (and I looked absolutely stunning in a Nehru jacket, thankyouverymuch), and I'd made a machine that sucked the colour out of everything (because I think black-and-white is much more estetically pleasing, I suppose), but to my frustration it had somehow made both spies in my Spy vs Spy comics white. That makes it the lamest nightmare ever, I think, since I've always rooted for Black Spy.
tilly_stratford: (Perdy shapes)
First, soft violins, then sweet saxophones
Then blue clarinets croon
When it's my turn I turn into a loon
When the drum takes the melody
When the drum carries the tune

Wow, you have no idea how vivid memories this clip of Fred Astaire conjures up in my mind. Easter vacation, I've got to be around seven or eight years old, we've spent the day in the swimming pools at Raufoss, and I'm that delicious kind of exhausted where all you can do is sit snuggled up in the corner of the sofa watching movies, and Easter parade is on. I remember the car ride to Raufoss, where they were discussing Astaire on the radio, and mentioning that he was such a perfectionist dancing he would demand retake after retake, until there was blood in his shoes.

All that. I haven't thought about that in years. (And it's not an important piece of memory, it's not interesting to anyone but me, but that was the first time I ever saw Fred Astaire dancing).

There's a lot of pieces of the old musicals to be found on YouTube, yay. This is still my favourite scene from a movie musical ever:
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IT'S SO SAD. Too bad I think Swing time is such a cheesy movie. Well, maybe this scene is cheesy too. But damnit, the dancing in this scene isn't just there for the sake of dancing, it's symbolic and emotional and it just gets me here.

I also remember trying (and failing) to explain the difference of Astaire and Gene Kelly as dancers to my friends once. I think I for simplicity's sake narrowed it down to sex: Kelly uses his body to convey sensuality while Astaire's got a sort of sexless elegance. You wouldn't find Astaire playing a role like Serafin in The pirate, while Kelly wouldn't have been suited for the glamorous well-dressed bachelors Astaire used to play. And then there's the exceptions...

And then the two meet. Haha, I used to sing this with my sister Tiny. To this day get this urge to include the words "Olive oil!" into my daily conversation.

The tragic thing is of course that the Nicholas Brothers might have been just as big if it hadn't been for the fact that Hollywood had such racism issues.

This has officially become a pimping post for the Astaire and Kelly. Why not also enjoy:
Astaire - I left my hat in Haiti
Kelly and Frank Sinatra - I begged her
Astaire and Cyd Charisse - the hot jazz part of the Girl Hunt Ballet
Kelly and Cyd Charisse - the seduction part of the Broadway Ballet
tilly_stratford: (Fops with canes are teh sex)
You got your weapons cocked, your targets in your sights
There's a party raging somewhere in the world
You gotta serve your country, gotta service your girl
You're all enlisted in the army of the night

I'm rapidly running out of space on this laptop. I ought to put all my music on the LACIE hard drive ere long. Damn.

I've also got a massive amount of images, neatly organized in specific folders. I did some reorganizing and was pleased to discover that now only about a third in my "attractive celebrities" folder are dead. See? I'm not so different from the next girl. Why, a couple of them are even below the age of forty these days!

Then I realized that I lose all my cool points for the fact that Napoleon Bonaparte is in that folder.

Napoleon Bonaparte.

It's not even an actor playing the part, it's the portrait by baron Antoine-Jean Gros. I know, I know, I have issues.

So anyway, this seemed like a perfect time to do the "top ten sexy famous men" meme.

01. Compose a list of YOUR top ten sexiest famous men.
02. Collect one picture of each guy on your list.
03. Post them in your journal.
04. Tag five people to do the same.

And no, Napoleon is not on it )

So in conclusion: Long eyelashes and manly chins. Britain: 7, USA: 2, France: 1.

And I tag... anyone who feels like making a smexy picspam. Like you need an excuse.
tilly_stratford: (Kaizer mask)
I want a love who'll never stray
When he sees other girls, he looks away
And if he never kisses me, well that's alright
'Cos we can just cuddle all night

I went out with the intention of buying some litter for the cage and get rid of the DVD gift card I got for Christmas, and voila: Mission accomplished.

The handy thing was, the Norwegian Free Record Shops have been purchased by Gamestop, so they're just about throwing their DVDs after you. I got five:

- Do Not Adjust Your Set. I've had my eyes on this one for about a year now (bonus young!Michael Palin, wheee).
- The Kid. Can you believe I've never seen The Kid? Thank God for the Chaplin Collection, I'm a sucker for DVD extras (though they aren't always wired right on the menus).
- One Night at the Roxbury, possibly the only nineties comedy of *that* variety I find at all funny (although the relationship I have with my ex might be a bit strained, it's good to have someone you can shout "EMILIOOOO!" at who won't press charges).
- Road to Utopia, score! It's a battered, cheap copy, but I finally got my hands on it. I'll watch this tomorrow, oh yes.
- And finally, the Norwegian 1967 movie STOMPA til sjøs ("STOMPA at sea"). Purchasing this was, even by my standards, a bit pathetic, because I really can't stand the STOMPA movies (they're based on Anthony Buckeridge's Jennings books, only with different names, stories, locations and the age they're set in), I only purchased it because Rolf Just Nilsen is in it (and he sings the cheesy and wonderfully cute ballad Morsevisen). I was extremely close to getting Operasjon Løvsprett, which is a wonderful comedy (wherein Nilsen delivers what I deem to be the second greatest pick-up line in history), but I decided for something he sings in instead.

I can't believe how ignored Rolf Just Nilsen's work is these days. He used to be big (before I was born, in all fairness. Am I the only one who feels sad when I think about certain people and the fact that they died before I was born? That I haven't coexist with these brilliant persons for a single second of my life?)

If I ever got my hands on a time machine, I'd travel back to the sixties and (after stocking up on migraine tablets and attending a couple of Beatles and Kinks concerts), I would somehow become Nilsen's manager, only to tell him, "Rolf baby, I know you make quite a pretty penny on your comedy records and voice acting, but would it kill you to make a record with serious material?" Somehow most of the recordings of him singing "serious" songs were snippets for TV. I could kill for a decent soundfile of his rendition of Mister Cellophane.

I'll try to explain what a brilliant all-round entertainer was once I can figure out how to do him justice.
tilly_stratford: (Transvestite brigade)
So Eurovision did its usual bland thing last night, and I want to take this opportunity to point out that in my humble opinion, Norwegian entries have never again reached that level of perfection we had back in '86. Forget Nocturne, forget La det swinge, this is where it's at:

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This is gold, how on earth did we end up in twelvth place? The pantomime, the creepy jerky movements, the drag (especially Jonny Nymoen's infuriatingly good-looking legs), the cute lyrics (well, hehe, I might see how that one didn't pan out), what happened?

You think I'm being sarcastic, don't you?

I have vague but entertaining memories of my friends and I rehearsing the little dance on the playground, despite this being a whole year before I was born. That's how classy it is.


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