Cem anos de Lucille Ball

A mulher é conhecida até hoje como o maior ícone da TV de todos os tempos, não só nos EUA, mas algo que acabou se espalhando pelo mundo (talvez não na Rússia, rá!), mas antes disso ela já demonstrava todo o seu talento como show-woman quando ainda era a ruivassa rainha dos filmes B dos

Grandes Tumblrs da Humanidade: bons drinque

bons drinque Porque a vida só se dá pra quem bebeu Ainda meio passada com essa coisa de Piáf com Hebe. UIA.

Towel Day

A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

Centenário de Tennessee Williams

Top-dúzia do homem no cinema: Nota 1: This Property Is Condemned não é propriamente do Williams (inclusive ele pediu para tirar seu nome dos créditos), apenas o prólogo e epílogo o são. Nota 2: Minha peça favorita do Williams é The Glass Menagerie, não só porque é a mais belamente escrita mas por ser, e

Professor David Huxley’s laborious, licentious spotted-leopard labor day film quiz

1) Classic film you most want to experience that has so far eluded you. 2) Greatest Criterion DVD/Blu-ray release ever 3) The Big Sleep or The Maltese Falcon? 4) Jason Bateman or Paul Rudd? 5) Best mother/child (male or female) movie star combo 6) Who are the Robert Mitchums and Ida Lupinos among working movie

Top dúzia: Joan Bennett

Homenagem ao centenário da moça, digamos que ela foi musa de um pessoal razoavelmente bom, não? Dentre seus méritos, o mais notório é fato de ter trabalhado tantas vezes com Fritz Lang, pois a lenda reza que era raro alguém ter paciência em travar uma parceria mais longeva com o senhor Fritz – parceria esta que terminou com os constantes atritos e retumbante bagunça durante as filmagens do seu pseudo-Rebecca-pseudo-Jane Eyre.

Mary Ellen Mark: Seen Behind the Scene #4

Centenário de Elias Kazanjoglou – Parte 2

13- O Compromisso (The Arrangement, 1969) Everyone become a salesman here. If you don’t sell anything else, you sell yourself. Ours is a society dominated by business, and the economic pressure even at the upper-middle-class level is fantastic. The epitome of this business civilization is the advertising industry. Everyone feels some degradation, some violation of

As Musas de George Cukor – Parte 6

Centenário de Katharine Hepburn

Boêmio Encantador (Holiday, George Cukor, 1938)

Centenário de Grady Sutton

Katharine Hepburn & Grady Sutton em A Mulher que Soube Amar (Alice Adams, George Stevens, 1935)

John Bryson (1923 – 2005)