John Barrymore (Grand Hotel) Lionel Barrymore (Grand Hotel) Boris Karloff (Frankenstein) Roland Young (The Guardsman and One Hour With You) Hmm. Not quite as cheesecake-y as the supporting actresses ... but fine actors, all.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're waiting for Part Two of my scintillating essay about Scarface. Well, you're not getting that right now. It's April 8, 1932 in the Monkey's world and working under the stage name "Cary Grant," young Archie Leach has just made his film debut in This Is The Night. It's a romantic comedy starring Lili Damita, Charlie Ruggles and Roland Young. Young, as you probably recall, is up for a Katie Award this year.
Here's a brief clip:
Also, I've been combing through my list of bookmarks and favorites, trying to consolidate them onto my blog so both you and I can find them. One that I've been toting around for years but which KC at "Classic Movies" only just recently reminded me of, is "The Ultimate Cary Grant Pages," just about everything you ever wanted to know about Cary Grant collected into one spot. I'd call it indispensable if you're a fan.
Here's a good example of the obscure goodies you'll find over there:
As always, click on the images to enlarge them. Personally, I'd print them out on 125-lb card stock (readily available from Staples or any decent office supply store; or if you happen to be visiting my office, in a box under my desk) and have at it with a sharp pair of scissors.
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?