A Clip From Dinner At Eight For Erik Beck (Of The Boston Becks)
Something I stumbled across on YouTube—it includes the famous last exchange between Jean Harlow and Marie Dressler. A minute and a half appetizer. The main course can be purchased here.
The final part of my essay on Jean Harlow should be up by tomorrow at the latest.
The final part of my essay on Jean Harlow should be up by tomorrow at the latest.
I counsel you not to rush the next instalment (or, as you'd now write, "installment") -- you are doing a splendid job, young man, and we can afford to wait while you polish these gems.
These pieces are most enjoyable.
The most fun one could have with her clothes on, etc. . . . .
By the way, you know I've got 91 pictures of Jean Harlow on my computer? I'm thinking after I post the last leg of this marathon, I'll post a few of the leftover photos -- just for kicks.
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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The final part of my essay on Jean Harlow should be up by tomorrow at the latest.
I counsel you not to rush the next instalment (or, as you'd now write, "installment") -- you are doing a splendid job, young man, and we can afford to wait while you polish these gems.
These pieces are most enjoyable.
The most fun one could have with her clothes on, etc. . . . .
You're too too kind, Mz. Brooks.
By the way, you know I've got 91 pictures of Jean Harlow on my computer? I'm thinking after I post the last leg of this marathon, I'll post a few of the leftover photos -- just for kicks.
That reaction is one of the greatest of all-time.
And Harlow should decide. Is Beery a windbag or a gasbag?
Personally, I think he's a hambag.
Personally, I think he's a hambag.
And he has the award to prove it!
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