In
the last couple of weeks the old movie channel has shown some real winners. I
go there when all the other channels have failed me with their repeats, laugh
tracks and horrible world news coverage – like how much air should a
football have if a football could have
air. Stuff like that. Anyway, the thing about favorite old movies is – there’s
always a scene or two that’s kind of stuck in your mind and you wait for it. Maybe
it brings back a precious memory or reminds you of when you were young. Take, for instance . . .
The
Sting – I try not to get sidetracked by the totally awesome handsomeness of
Robert Redford and Paul Newman, but their acting does trump their looks in the
scene where the whole sting goes down. In a completely fabricated off track betting
parlor the scam artists pull one over on their “mark” played by Robert Shaw. It
all plays out like a beautiful ballet and for a few breathtaking moments I
really did think Redford got shot. I was so relieved when he grinned and pulled
the fake blood capsule from his mouth. We saw The Sting years ago with friends
after a dinner where the beer was only a quarter a glass. Sigh. Those days are
gone.
Or
how about . . .
A
Place in the Sun – Elizabeth Taylor and Montgomery Clift. What a pair. Rich
girl, poor boy, big mess. The scene I
wait for in this movie doesn’t include Taylor. Nope. It’s all about the annoying,
whiny character played by Shelly Winters. The one in the canoe where Clift is
trying to figure out how to get her out of his life. My mother-in-law used to
comment that she was always on her guard in a canoe. Any suggestion of changing
seats and she’d blurt “I’ve seen that movie!” Winters meets a watery end when
she makes a move on Clift and his life goes down with her when he’s accused of
murder. Even Liz can’t pull him out of the soup.
And
then there’s Singing in the Rain . . .
Will
there ever be another Gene Kelly? Doubt it. Set in the time just when movies
were going from silent to talkies, Kelly, Donald O’Connor and um . . . what’s
her name . . . Princess Leia’s mom . . .
oh yeah . . . Debbie Reynolds, do a bang up job of making us snap our fingers
and prance through the sunshine every morning. But The. Scene. Is. When Kelly
sings and dances in the rain. I can’t watch it enough. I wonder how many takes
he had to do to get it right. I mean -
he had to have lost his footing at least once in all that slop, right?
Maybe not. We're talking Gene Kelly here.
So
what old movies do it for you? Only two per person please. Grinning.
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Let's think... oh, yeah, I REMEMBER MAMA. I was young when I saw it and I wanted to be a writer just like Katrina. I wrote in the attic, too, after it was made into two bedrooms for my sisters and I.
ReplyDeleteAnd then A TREE GROWS IN BROOKLYN. I wanted to be like Francie and read every book in the library, but no way could I get through all the A authors first. The last time I saw it, Granny was alive and I invited her over and we watched it together and she cried and told me her life was so like the mother's life. We shared some special moments that day.
Wow, Cindy. Thanks for the peek into your past. Very cool!
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