I'm working on the essay for Best Actress of 1929-30. It might be ready today, but more likely it won't show up until tomorrow. So in the meantime, here are the nominees:
Louise Brooks (Pandora's Box and Diary of a Lost Girl)
Marlene Dietrich (The Blue Angel)
Jeanette MacDonald (The Love Parade)
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eezm what's with all the unattractive nominees?
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others yummy too
I just know lupner is thinking "what's with all the cheesecake?" but I promise to publish pictures of the best actor nominees as well -- Lew Ayers, Maurice Chevalier and Ronald Colman.
Okay, so it's not Clark Gable and Cary Grant. But thems the breaks. She'll have to wait for 1938 for something really good, when the likely nominees will be Cary Grant, James Cagney and Errol Flynn ...
Oh, in case lupner is wondering whether Katie-Bar-The-Door and I went to the Frank Howard bobblehead night at the Washington Nationals game Saturday night, the answer is "no." Too much rain, too much ankle injury (a torn ligament is slowing down my blogging -- I do most of my thinking while walking the dog), too much pure laziness ...
More cheesecake, please.
Any demands for beefcake can be met later, or the distaff side can go here to whet their appetites. . . .
Lupner will be just fine & dandy with Ronald Colman, thank you, who I think is quite yummy -- and altho familiar with Lew Ayers mostly as a name vs. face, can see w/a lil' research that he was quite an attractive young man as well. Maurice may have been fine, but that middle-aged French man image -- i.e., 'uncle-like', as at this stage in life I can acknowledge finding 'middle-aged' to be quite attractive -- is a bit too overpowering for moi.
Though I look forward to the current nominees, am of course on the edge of seat for 1938 . . .
Am sorry that you and Katie-Bar-The-Door missed the FH bobblehead festivities, and even more sorry about the injury. In fact I ended up leaving town on Sat. a.m., so am still completely baseball-deprived for the season. Sadly, he Nats were not faring well during the series of my departure. That may not be surprising despite the recent lil' winning streak, but, well, "If they don't win it's a shame." Personally, I think they miss the Mule yelling, "Program!"
lupner,
Re: Maurice Chevalier: if your first acquaintance with him was singing "Thank Heaven For Little Girls" in Gigi, then you are no doubt scarred for life -- and should be. It's one of the truly creepy moments in film history.
But if you dig up his early work with Ernst Lubitsch in such stuff as The Love Parade, The Smiling Lieutenant and The Merry Widow, he has a certain Frenchy-fied roguish charm.
No Ronald Colman, though, I'll grant you ...
Program!
Charges d'affaires!
We have nothing to fear but deer themselves!
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout!
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