Imaginary time capsule

Wow, that... that's starting to smart quite a bit. And I never realized just how quickly you can grow bored of the taste of your own blood.

So! Eyecandy movie picspam to divert my attention! Let's see what auntie Tilly's got her wandering hands on this time... Why, it's the first half of The Brothers Karamazov from 1958!

And who's the eyecandy?

( I can't be bothered to resize these )

And that's the first half of the movie. Why didn't I include the other half, you ask? Because I can't get hold of it - the second file was corrupted, and the movie isn't released on DVD, strangely enough (which is also why you see that sexy little TCM mark in the corner).

What happens next? IT IS A MYSTERY.

I know El Día de los Muertos isn't until next Sunday, but I've been reading Aztec history and it only served as a reminder of how much I love Latin American folk art, in particular calaveras:



( And my favourite calaca sculpture )

It's hard feeding a George Raft addiction when the good movies are so darn hard to get hold of. And beggars can't be choosers.

I just don't know what Hollywood was thinking at times. Take Manpower from 1941 - if you had George Raft, Edward G. Robinson and Marlene Dietrich on board, would you make your movie a melodrama about electricians?

A melodrama about electricians.

Ah but still. Look at all that pretty.



One of these days I'm going to stumble over a movie I can enjoy for both its quality and eyecandy.

I don't know why, but I just feel absolutely great today. From the moment I woke up I was all OHH YEAH LIFE IS SWEET.

I'm sitting here in my pajama bottoms (got caught in the rain earlier), drawing and listening to some Louis Prima (now and then getting up and dancing a bit, because the swing's got me), and later tonight I'm going to probably watch another Marx Bros movie, and hopefully finish the first season of TOS. While eating tacos :D

AND I've downloaded an episode of The Lone Ranger featuring a certain DeForest Kelley (*innocent whistle*) because looking at old pictures from his Western days has just killed me with unf.

Had to split the festival entry in two so it wouldn't get EPIC LONG, so here's the actual music part of the music festival (and less "Tiny and Tilly do Fredrikstad"):

( More pictures and summaries )

Right then, time for a reaction post for The War Games. I guarantee you it will not be eloquent.

Anyway I'm really thankful for the fact that this is one of the few complete stories that survive from the Troughton era (though I'm sure more will pop up someday. Right? Right?), because I thought it was a lovely, exciting one - what others have described as padding I regard as build-up.

Ah, I think I'll go the easy way and incorporate a pic spam.

( This will be really long. As usual. )

By a complete coincidence I discovered that Ian McKellen celebrates seventy years today. I don't often mention things like that, but hey, Sir Ian is an awesome old man.

Excellent opportunity to go OOOOH at the pretty as well, like him in the part of Romeo years before I was even born:

Or; Why I can't climb stairs today. Jesus Christ my legs are never going to work again.

Well, so yesterday I did my weekly hike up Fløyen and brought my camera along. Then I got lost and climbed another mountain, Blåmanen.

( The products of my pain )

I miss her lips and the smile on her face
The touch of her hair and this girl's warm embrace
So if you don't wanna cry like I do
A-keep away from a-Runaround Sue

This might be the one doo-wop song that is even catchier than 'I saw Linda yesterday'. It's physically impossible for me to grow sick of 'Runaround Sue'.

Random thought that struck me last night: I should be glad I wasn't a teenager in the late sixties.

Because I would no doubt have had the biggest awkward fangirl crush on Peter Tork of the Monkees and ridicule would surely follow.



My bedroom walls would have been plastered with that guy. Well, obviously not exclusively, there would have been plenty of room for my other late-sixties idols.

Yeah dude, what eyecandy would have been prettyfying my walls if I'd been a teenager back then?

( Stealth picspam! )

That was an odd thought experiment. Maybe I should make an entire weird pic spam series of "What would be hanging on my wall if I lived in [era]?" I can't help but contemplate how different my wall would look if I consentrated on the early sixties instead, for instance.

But back to Peter Tork. He and Mike Nesmith were totally an item back in the day, right?

No? Damn. Oh yes, I can go from nil to slash in two point oh seconds.

But if you take her out
Remember she can break your heart in two
But she'll put it back, glue it together, make it look brand new
You see she's a very extraordinary sort of girl

So yesterday I watched Hitchcock's Secret Agent, and...

Well you know John Gielgud, right? When he wasn't doing Shakespeare, he portrayed these lovely elderly no-nonsense, snarky characters, like Hobson in Arthur and stealing the show as Charles' father in Brideshead Revisited?

( Well take a look )

But as for the overall movie, I wanted to watch it because of Peter Lorre (who portrays this great dandy slag and is great fun - and not the villain for once. Unsympathetic as hell, but not the villain). But generally I'm pretty certain it's the weakest I've seen so far of Hitchcock's movies. I mean, even the silent movie The Lodger was many times as suspenseful as this one.

I quite liked the dialogue though. And not even the plot bits, just how everybody flirted and teased and were so utterly charming all the time.

Also watched City Lights for the the first time. Maybe I'd gotten too high expectations after hearing about it all these years, but I thought it was a bit unsatisfying. "The best ending in movie history"? In the end I thought the flower girl showed herself to be undeserving of the Tramp's sacrifice, and that just bothered me.