I was reflecting on the irony of my screen name vis-a-vis that of CK Dexter Haven. Cary Grant made the film in which he appeared as Roger Thornhill when he was 54, while he was about 36 when he made The Philadelphia Story.
Now, while I will admit to being about ten years older than Grant was when he starred as Dexter, I do in fact look about 36. Or so I am often told by members of the Filipina community in Hong Kong. Dex, as we all know, is getting on a bit, so, much as I like Dex, and as much as I like my user name, we are as it were the wrong way round from a fighting ignorance point of view - the only one that really counts.
So, which movie characters do you associate with dopers? I’ll kick off with three of the veterans of the board.
Cecil - his namesake in A Room with a View, played by Daniel Day-Lewis. The kind of guy who’d prefer to stick his nose in a book in the library rather than play badminton with Helena Bonham-Carter.
Eve - Norma Desmond in Sunset Boulevard, played by Gloria Swanson. Dramatic silent movie star.
Polycarp - Saint Francis of Assisi in Zefferelli’s Brother Sun and Sister Moon, played by Graham Faulkner. The man who could preach to the birds, but whose wisdom often fell on deaf human ears.
Very possibly - I’ve never seen this film, though. It was the nostalgia for the silent era that was the clincher for me.
Spot on. And Brutus must be in a toga too, of course.
tomndebb - Quintus Arrius (had to look that up) in Ben-Hur.
Starving Artist - perhaps Mr Chips from the 30s picture. Nice, but not exactly the brightest light bulb in the candelabra. Robert Donat of 39 Steps fame, as I recall, was the actor. Exceedingly handsome fellow (as indeed every man with a Hitchcock connection is), so perhaps not a good choice, after all.
Andy Polley - the Peter Fonda character from Easy Rider. Although I can’t imagine that dude being such an old woman when it comes to interviewing practices.
Zoe - radical older woman type. Got to be Kate Hepburn in something. Or perhaps Lauren Bacall in Woman of the Year. Okay, not a movie, but just sorta seems to fit.
Duffer - Happy Gilmore, of course. (Or should that be on course?)
Say, I probably did, but I think it CAN work the other way, non? Dialectically speaking. I forgive you the TV characters. Thanks for playing. I was getting quite depressed, and had actually considered not renewing my membership, because of the pathetic response I was getting.
QtM reminds me of Qadgop the Mercotan. I have this picture in my mind from a b/w sci fi film, but maybe I’m projecting. Was that story ever made into a film?
You know, rog, ol’ buddy. I’ve been puzzling over this rather enexpected bit of snideness on your part, and trying to figure out the reason as I thought we were buds. Now, while I’m certainly no Bill Gates or Stephen Hawking, I do regard myself as being at least in the top fifty percentile or so in regard to brain function. So I’ve been perplexed. At first I though it was due to jealousy on your part due to the rapport I have with the lovely and talented Zoe. :: tips hat to Zoe, "Howdy, ma’am. :: Then I remembered that I had inadvertantly referred to Thoreau as “Walden.” :smack: But then again, to such a bright light as yourself, any number of things could have been the reason. (After all, you’d already smacked me for no good reason that I could discern over having not read Walden’s Pond.) So, before I come riding to your defense again the next time someone assails you, I thought I’d better ask the weighty question (and forgive me if you aren’t familiar with South Park: Bigger, Longer, Uncut), “What’s the big fucking deal, bitch?”
I can’t go on with my post, I’m too happy! Mr. Thornhill, do you mind if I hijack your OP? Thank you. I just want to tell you all how happy I am to be back on the Board making a post again! You don’t know how much I’ve missed all of you. And I promise you, I’ll never desert you again, because after this thread, we’ll post another thread, and another! You see, this is my life. It always will be! There’s nothing else – just Cecil – and our computers – *and you wonderful Dopers out there in the dark. *
All right, Mr, Cajun Man, I’m ready for my warning . . .
Starvers, please forgive my snideness. I got a bit exuberant in the piss-taking stakes. Though an attention whore, I also get a bit odd (odder than my normal “quirky”) when people are so nice.
All meant in good part. I accept my punishment like a man.
:: Then I remembered that I had inadvertantly referred to Thoreau as “Walden.” :smack: But then again, to such a bright light as yourself, any number of things could have been the reason. (After all, you’d already smacked me for no good reason that I could discern over having not read Walden’s Pond.) So, before I come riding to your defense again the next time someone assails you, I thought I’d better ask the weighty question (and forgive me if you aren’t familiar with South Park: Bigger, Longer, Uncut), “What’s the big fucking deal, bitch?”