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Some Semblance of a Saturday Cinema Post

I had some idea that  I would go ahead and make my Lame Post Friday post later on Friday, after I had made my Apologetic Post.  Of course that did not work out.  Then I thought I would do a post at some point on Saturday, at least before I had started my usual Saturday debauchery.  Doesn’t that make me sound like a lush?  Perhaps I am. On the other hand, I did not drink and drive, and I am in fact, ten finger typing on my Chromebook with some amount of accuracy.  So there’s that.

On the other hand, I do not feel up to making what I feel is a real blog post.  There are a couple of things I did last weekend and even this weekend.  To blog about last weekend, I would need to find my cell phone and add some photos to my Media Library.  Is that really such a problem?  I guess it is.  This weekend I took no photos, alas.  However, I said I was going to start posting daily again, so here I am, trying for some semblance of a blog post.

A delightful collection.

I am onto the movie watching portion of my Saturday.  I watched House on Haunted Hill, the Vincent Price/William Castle original, of course, and Rope, another favorite.  In looking  for another movie to watch, I considered The Best of the Worst,  a DVD collection a purchased for my late, dearly missed husband Steven’s birthday one year, although I confess to enjoying it more than he did.  I was not inspired by any of the choices so decided on Midnight Lace, a surprisingly cheesy Doris Day movie on a collection of her movies I recently impulse bought for myself.

EEEEEEE!

I confess to liking House on Haunted Hill better than Midnight Lace.  For one reason, Doris Day has no courage whatsoever.  She is on the phone with a guy who is saying he is going to kill her and she hangs up, unable to listen to another word.  It’s on the PHONE, for heavens’ sake!  He is not there, directly threatening her; she can’t even stay on the line long enough for her husband to get on the extension and listen in?  I prefer my movie females to have more spunk.  I guess there is not a whole lot more spunk in the females in House on Haunted Hill, but at least they are threatened by ghosts and skeletons that are right there.

But perhaps I malign poor Doris.  There is no doubt her tormentor is a consummate manipulator.  I shall not expound on this more, in case you have not seen the movie and care to some day.  I remember  being quite taken with it the first time I saw it.  I was younger and less critical in those days.

I would like to add a picture of Doris Day but, alas, have not yet learned how to do so on my Chromebook.  Still, I am approaching 500 words, which I feel is respectable for Some Semblance of a Post.  I will try to get on to those Mohawk Valley adventures tomorrow.

 

Who Says You Can’t Get A Head?

An exceptional cast!

Yesterday I decided at have a severed Head Sunday.  Today I thought I would write about it in lieu of my usual Monstrous Monday Post.  I began with Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte with Bette Davis, Olivia de Havilland, Joseph Cotten, Agnes Moorehead, Victor Buono, and Mary Astor.  Just to name everybody.

One of my favorite shots.

I love Hush, Hush but do not pop it in very often, because it is so long.  I guess I have a short attention span, but I do enjoy watching several movies of 90 minutes or less.

She feels strongly about it.

A few days ago I was disappointed to be unable to find my DVD of StraitJacket (starring Joan Crawford,  of course). Yesterday I had better luck.  In fact, I was surprised I had not found it before, because it was not that far out of alphabetical order.  However, I feel it was just as well I had not watched it before, because it fits so well with my Severed Head theme of the day.

And here are a couple of the heads!

It seems this post is longer on pictures than words, but that is not necessarily a bad thing.  I’m not even sure it can count as a Severed Head Sunday since I only watched two movies with severed heads.  Full disclosure:  my first movie was Rope, which features a strangulation, but the victim’s head remains attached (that did not require a spoiler alert; it happens in the very first scene).

No matter.  It is Monday, and it has not been as monstrous as it might have been.  Once again, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Slacker Sunday? Or Cinema? Whatever!

Is Slacker Sunday a thing or does this have to be a Sunday Cinema post?   I don’t know why I’m asking.  This is my blog and I make the rules.  Full disclosure: I have had a couple of drinks.  Judge me if you are so inclined.

We began the relaxing portion of our Sunday out on our deck, enjoying a lovely breeze and watching some laundry flap.  How I love my clothesline and am so grateful to my parents for giving it to me.

Eventually we went back into the house and pu in our DVD of Death on the Nile, one of our star-studded Agatha  Christies (ooh, that autocorrect burns my buns!  “What the” instead of “Agatha”?  And “buns”  instead of “burns”?  What the Hell?).

After Death on the Nile, we enjoyed Rope, an Alfred Hitchcock,  but not one of his more prominent films. Now we are watching The Giant Gila Monster, from our collection of 50 Horror Classics. I can’t say I am particularly enamored of the flick, but I’m the one who picked it.

I feel sorry I can’t share pictures of these movies, but it is not so easy on the Tablet as it is on the laptop.   We all know I am not as technologically adept as one could wish.  However, this is Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  I swoon on my metaphorical chaise lounge and hope for a better post tomorrow.

 

Wrist to Hitchcock

It is Alfred Hitchcock’s birthday, August 13.  Steven and I had hoped to watch an Alfred Hitchcock movie when we got home tonight, but it seems that will not work out.  Is it a Wrist to Forehead Sunday?  I fear so.  Never mind why; explanations are tiresome.  We won’t worry about that but concentrate on the famous director’s birthday.

I’m thinking this is only true in a sense.

I picked this picture of him to share, because I liked the saying on it.  This is not a rule I follow when I am directing or acting on a stage, by the way.

Nevermore, you say?

The Birds is one of our go-to movies, especially on a Sunday night.

Love the poster art.

Rear Window, however, is arguably our favorite Hitchcock movie.  The casting, the acting, the script, everything combines to make an entertaining whole.  I say “arguably,” because there is also my beloved Rope.  However,  I cannot find any photos of Rope, so we won’t talk about that movie right now.

We won’t talk about anything much, as it turns out.  It is SO Wrist to Forehead Sunday.  Happy Birthday, Alfred Hitchcock.  Blog readers, please bear with me.  I will try to come up with something better on Middle-aged Musings Monday.