My brother tells me that the Cocoanut Arms would be a definite improvement over some of the places he's stayed over the year -- which tells you more about the state of the American hotel industry than it does about the Marx Brothers' ability as innkeepers.
No blog entry today. Tomorrow I'll post something about King Vidor and his film Hallelujah! -- the first all-African American musical ever filmed.
One other point. Lots of pictures of Louise Brooks lately, but no corresponding beefcake. Truth is, until Clark Gable came along, male actors were typically cut from the John Gilbert/Ronald Colman mold -- the dapper gent with the English accent -- which Katie-Bar-The-Door tells doesn't play much anymore. So no pin-ups for lupner, et al. The good news is, Clark Gable arrived in a big way in 1931 (a dozen movies) and so I can soon balance the scales.
In the meantime, you'll have to make due with Groucho's rugged good looks ...
I can see me rolling in to the Cocoanut Arms asking for the day rate and then emerging from my room two hours later, either giddy with delight or crying. . . . .
Day rates? Take the nitrates, it's cheaper. Cocoanut Arms! Bring your dog around and I'll give him a bonus too. Sure, sure, you smoke a cigar, you knock yourself out. Buffalo Bill goes ice skating.
All of the above words give me a great deal of pleasure. So I typed them.
Named for Katie-Bar-The-Door, the Katies are "alternate Oscars"—who should have been nominated, who should have won—but really they're just an excuse to write a history of the movies from the Silent Era to the present day.
To see a list of nominees and winners by decade, as well as links to my essays about them, click the highlighted links:
Remember: There are no wrong answers, only movies you haven't seen yet.
The Silent Oscars
And don't forget to check out the Silent Oscars—my year-by-year choices for best picture, director and all four acting categories for the pre-Oscar years, 1902-1927.
Look at me—Joe College, with a touch of arthritis. Are my eyes really brown? Uh, no, they're green. Would we have the nerve to dive into the icy water and save a person from drowning? That's a key question. I, of course, can't swim, so I never have to face it. Say, haven't you anything better to do than to keep popping in here early every morning and asking a lot of fool questions?
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My brother tells me that the Cocoanut Arms would be a definite improvement over some of the places he's stayed over the year -- which tells you more about the state of the American hotel industry than it does about the Marx Brothers' ability as innkeepers.
No blog entry today. Tomorrow I'll post something about King Vidor and his film Hallelujah! -- the first all-African American musical ever filmed.
One other point. Lots of pictures of Louise Brooks lately, but no corresponding beefcake. Truth is, until Clark Gable came along, male actors were typically cut from the John Gilbert/Ronald Colman mold -- the dapper gent with the English accent -- which Katie-Bar-The-Door tells doesn't play much anymore. So no pin-ups for lupner, et al. The good news is, Clark Gable arrived in a big way in 1931 (a dozen movies) and so I can soon balance the scales.
In the meantime, you'll have to make due with Groucho's rugged good looks ...
Now if when we get to Psycho in 1960, my brother tells me he's stayed in worse hotels, I'm going to be very concerned ...
I can see me rolling in to the Cocoanut Arms asking for the day rate and then emerging from my room two hours later, either giddy with delight or crying. . . . .
*sigh*
my word verification is: gasensiz
Louise Brooks: A Tribute in Colour
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3yQomYChzUQ
Day rates? Take the nitrates, it's cheaper.
Cocoanut Arms!
Bring your dog around and I'll give him a bonus too.
Sure, sure, you smoke a cigar, you knock yourself out.
Buffalo Bill goes ice skating.
All of the above words give me a great deal of pleasure. So I typed them.
Gentlemen, bellotoot here may talk like an idiot, and look like an idiot, but don't let that fool you: he really is an idiot.
Heh, heh, heh! He thinks I act alike!
By the way, do you think it's right to laugh at Harpo just because he couldn't speak?
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