http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ij22kyvf2ps
I have always gone for a man who's a little prettier, a little dumber, and a whole lot sweeter than I. (Than I? Than me? I think it's than I. Well, who cares. That's why I like 'em a trifle dim.) And actually, that's pretty much the gist of the movie, with some anti-fascism stuff thrown in. (Unlike the smart people who occasionally visit my blog, I'm not much for the political-message movies. I guess that means we'll never date.)
But let me get back to the trail. Revenons a nos moutons, as it were. The movie is Idiot's Delight, 1939, and I'll bet a whole box of fairly new tennis balls no one else has seen the whole lovely mess but me (but I? I think it's but me. Yet again, who the hell cares? As one of the aforementioned brainiac boyfriends used to say, the point is mute. Which, if you think about it, makes a certain amount of sense, but now I'm digressing even more than usual).
Robert Sherwood play; Gable, Norma Shearer, Edward Arnold, Charles Coburn. And only one song, which is as close to a musical I will stand. (In fact, shove me in that box and lob the tennis balls at my forehead rather than drag me to the Shubert for Mandy Patinkin sings Sondheim.)
But back to the mutton of the matter. Truth may be beauty (though that point can be argued), but a self-deprecating beauty is all ye know, and all ye need know. Gable's Harry Van is the older brother to his Peter (it's a name, a name) in It Happened One Night. And maybe his last romp into broad comedy. Pity. The masterfully masculine can lead one only so far before getting downright irritating; but I'd follow a gorgeous goof like this anyoldwhere. (i.e.; e.g; er, often have.)
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Speaking of "It Happened One Night" when it was on TCM last week I thought there was a scene in which Gable, when eating a fresh carrot right before the famous hitchhiking scene, seemed an awful lot like Bugs Bunny.
I'll get back to you after a little research.
Strange. You see, Bug Bunny comes up. Oh, it's endless the mind control of Warner's.
You are quite beautiful inside and out, in the "mutton of the matter."
Excellent. Hello? New Yorker? Hello? HELLO!
You are right. I never even heard of this movie. :(
I vaguely remember watching this on late night TV after going out to a club. It was raining. I lived in an old walkup in Hollywood. I watched it while eating Carls Jr. burgers with a really cute brainiac musician.
(That was a nice little unexpected walk down memory lane!)
You mean we can flog you with tennis balls if we simply threaten Sondheim? Or is that an idyll promise?
For all of you grammar nerds...
Bugs Bunny? Really? Strange, I'm more of a Daffy Duck person myself, I mean, if I had to hook up with a cartoon character.
Laurie, I've seen the site. But she's always digressing. I hate people who digress. Did I ever tell you about the time...(I'm strictly a Strunk and White.)
My favorite is "More doctors smoke Camel than any other cigarette." I mean, really... That sentence means that doctors are cigarettes, and that cigarettes, especially the doctor cigarettes, like to smoke Camel. Very kinky.
I teach a PhD class in "which" versus "that." But still no one understands.
That which? Mr. Earl, usually I just make a wild guess. I alternate, so I get them right at least some of the time. Maybe. Doesn't matter, I have a bullet proof excuse.
Laurie: Carls Jr. goes better with fava beans or safron rice than with braniac musician.
it's just a disgrace that Bobby isn't available. Being ALive is the best I can do. -and he's not that great either. Jeeeeeezus!
Nice sondheim opening though, wouldn't ya say?
Just imagine Park Avenue beat.
So, no dates to Spring Awakening for you.
I thought I could go see G&G this weekend but it will have to be next. Thanks for the planned mission.
Strunk and White? You should check out my favorite book about the subject written by my favorite professor in college a million years ago. (I was glad to see there is a second edition.)
There's a great book about writing by Natalie Goldberg called Writing Down the Bones. She has several other books about writing, including Wild Mind and Old Friend from Far Away.
http://www.nataliegoldberg.com/books.html
This has degenerated into a grammatical debate, and I had hoped we were going to talk about serious matters. Vanda, I've often found that those who learned English as a second language know the rules far better than the native speakers. (I do know the that/which rule, however.)
OMG, Laurie: If you go to that Amazon link you gave and you click on the name John R. Trimble, you'll find a list of books, the second of which may suggest why he was your favorite?
"... the demeanor of Bugs when delivering the line was adapted from Clark Gable's performance in It Happened One Night. In that film, Gable's character leans against a fence eating carrots and gives instructions with his mouth full to Claudette Colbert's character. The scene was well-known to audiences at the time who would have been well aware that Bugs was spoofing Clark Gable."
Halle Berry, Tina Fey, Lesley Ann Warren, Angelina Jolie, Cathy Deneuve, Petrea Burchard, Allysa Milano, Rosario Dawson...my recommendation of actress photos to use instead.
That is, KB, if you're interested in increasing your analytics of single guys, & k9's, making you & your site a fav to visit.
CO: What about Lassie?
R: your profile isn't available?
You wouldn't happen to be that female dog.
Whoever R is, I like him or her already.
Your EZ, KB!
or
I'm now begining think I know who R is.
"R" is us. Actually, R is Mister Earl (me). You see, it used to be that Google would... well never mind. If I'm not signed in as Mister Earl, it says "R." It changed the rules on me.
But the important thing is... what about this professor of Laurie's who apparently wrote about oh so much more than grammar?
Speedo, (MH; and now you with so many aliases), have I got a gal 4 U!
Never mind that. You should prefer little French poodles, and little Malteses with pink bows to Cathy D and the others. Stay away from Angelina. She's not your type. Or anyone's.
What does type have to do with it. I do my own typing.
I'm afraid KB is about to start a new post anytime now.
She wouldn't dare. Plastic heads would roll.
I feel like I just stumbled into the psych ward here. I can't comment on a damn thing anyone has said. Well except I never saw this movie and I love Clark Gable. How's that for shallow!
Welcome, Napoleon, what took you so long?
Speaking of Gable, did you see that moustache's are making a comeback? http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/08/fashion/08CODES.html?scp=2&sq=moustache&st=cse
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