And once again it’s Wrist to Forehead Sunday, the day I swoon onto a chaise lounge in a dramatic pose, because it’s all Just Too Much For Me To Bear. Oh, OK, not really. For one reason, I do not own a chaise lounge. I did pose with one wrist on my forehead earlier, when I was singing to my husband, “You left me broken hearted! Blue since the day we parted!” I loves me some ABBA.
Side note: my husband has never left me broken hearted; I just had that song playing in my head, so I sang it. I do that sort of thing.
I could never get my hair to look like that.
Speaking of leaving somebody broken hearted, that is how Michael Douglas leaves Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction, the movie we are currently watching. You can be psycho and broken-hearted at the same time, can’t you?
I don’t know who all those girls are, nor yet where the spider web comes in, but it is a cool poster nevertheless.
Our first movie of the day was The Terror, at my request. I wrote a blog post about it one time. I had forgotten a lot of the plot. I was just delighted to hear Boris Karloff’s mellifluous voice. I only wish he had had more lines. He got top billing on the basis of who he was more than the actual size of his part.
I have a hard time getting plants to grow myself.
We followed The Terror up with Little Shop of Horrors, the 1960 Roger Corman flick, not the musical, of which I am not at all fond. Incidentally, Jack Nicholson does not play the sadistic dentist but a masochistic patient of the dentist. Just to clear that up. Jack Nicholson was also in The Terror, so we had a little Jack Nicholson film festival going on. I would have preferred a Boris Karloff film festival, but he does not get to use his beautiful voice in Frankenstein and we don’t have The Raven. I must find a DVD of The Raven.
Ah, Raven, someday you will be mine!
So that is my Wrist to Forehead Sunday post about our movie watching day. I hope to see you all on Mental Meanderings Monday.
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