She was jealous of her sister who deceived her with angelic countenance. She was not the evil one Blanche was.
This and Mommie Dearest are two of my favorite films - I consider it black comedy.
ok, so Bette Davis was, what, 54 in '62 at time of this movie ??? She Looks Great !!! That is what getting old does to one. She looked 'hideous' to me, years ago: now, nearing 64....man, she looks great. Just like The Graduate: Anne Brancroft was ...36: when she starred in this movie. I was....15, on my first date, in Provincetown, Cape Cod: with a wonderful man, about....18 ? 19 ? The movie was shown in a tent, and we got high after. And to me: she looked Ancient. Really. I remember wondering...what did Benjamin See in her ?! I was a little jealous, I think. Hoffman was approx. 30 and playing a 21 year old. Katherine Ross was 27 and playing a girl of 19. *sigh*. so very long ago. Tricks the eyes play on us. Many years later, I watched The Graduate and was Shocked to see that Mrs. Robinson looked...pretty good....?! What ? ! Now I have to be really careful to not frighten small children with my looks. ha !
I was always confused by Fred Astair. Could never figure out how old he was unless I looked up the date of the movie. Also, I was mortified to find out that "Aunt Bea" of the "Andy Griffith''s Show" was in her early 50's--years younger than myself at this point. I just always thought of her as very old. Ha.
Interesting conversation about age. I always think everyone is much older than I am - still do. Guys who are dads - married with a family always seem older or more mature than myself - and I feel somewhat subordinate - not the right word - but I look up to them. It's a good thing, until I realized I'm the old guy.
I remember watching the movie "Marty", @1955: Ernest Borgnine (had to check out Wiki for dates/spelling): and very struck by his mother speaking about how very old she was: 50 something. I think our age ( I am speaking about '60's group, I think very well represented here) do indeed live with the self image of perpetual youth. I don't know why exactly...but I am sort of surprised to be so old, & yet in my own assessment, very immature. and I, too, perceive everyone to be older and much more mature than I. An odd kind of humility to be sure. Of course, our souls are ageless.... For me, since my parents, both alcoholics, were not only immature but pretty awful parents, I had no example of maturity or giving over of self-interest for the sake of others. Although I was able to overcome my own selfishness/self-absorption to take care of them in their old age....I am now lost in a confused sea of missed opportunities. I think often of movies depicting//forming the era of the '60's, in which boundaries were crossed etc: and "Ice Storm" was a great one. Said to be about 'two' disfunctional families, until I read that I remember thinking that it represented All families of that era. such as, mine, of course, and it comforted me to think that 'most others' were also deeply flawed. Later in life...I learned, not so, and I am still (sadly) stuck by how pervasively one's life is shaped by family. I seem to remember a clergy-man in that movie involved in breaking boundaries, as well: and of course the early '70's were a time of priests/consecrated souls also becoming mis-shaped by that dark and twisted time. We can all now recall the 100 years promised by God to satan to destroy the church etc....*sigh*. well on that happy note I am off to Friday night Stations of The Cross.
She's HOT!Best Gifs ever!
I do it for the gifs and then try to figure out something to say about it.
gifs are my muse!you are too!so is booze!
oh: comments re; Lent seem to be forbidden just now. ok. I get it.I am giving up nothing. however, I am committed to reading St. John Fisher's Exposition of the Seven Penitential Psalms. Is it for enlightenment, or is a penance ?
Everything I was going to do I screwed up already.
....my eyes droop immediately and I fall asleep. I too have screwed up my promise re: 15 decades a day for a dear friend, etc etc. We are such children in the eyes of the Lord: surely He is not surprised.
Wow - I left comments open. Oh well.
We sneaked in through the back door while you were asleep, Terry. Hope you don't mind. We did not let the cat out.
She's lying, Terry! Gabi went behind you and opened the combos. What?
she is so smart. I imagine Terry reading "Mr. Wuffles" to her.
I imagine them sitting down for tea, Terry with a bit of cream in his tea, Gabi with a bit of catnip tea in her cream. Mrrrrrooowwprrrrrrr. What?
...so cute: 'catnip tea in her cream'. Wish we could all gather in Gabby's garden with her rabbit friends. oh oh: but Terry would have a stroke when he looked out the window: not good.
an earlier comment on this post by me was somehow lost in the ozone. That's OK. It wasn't much of a comment.
I wonder what happened to it? I missed it - Blogger doesn't alert me to anything any longer.
BTW - I only posted this for my friend David.
Please comment with charity and avoid ad hominem attacks. I exercise the right to delete comments I find inappropriate. If you use your real name there is a better chance your comment will stay put.