So I’m flipping through the cable channels and I come across “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” And I stop because there’s a scene with a female fairy and she’s wearing nothing over the top but a leaf stuck over each nipple (and, OK, she’s painted green). And then I notice there’s something familiar about her face. And I look more closely, and I realize she looks kinda like M, James Bond’s boss in the last several Bond movies. And I check the database and it IS M, i.e., Judi Dench (the production dates from 1969). And I think, “Nice rack, M!” And that’s SO wrong, on SO many levels.
You ever have a moment like that?
(BTW, that production had some seriouis babeosity going for it. I’s female leads were played by Diana Rigg and Helen Mirren, when they were both hotties, and Dench was a hottie, too, as Titania. Too bad all that hotness is wasted on Shakespeare. If they could just have taken a break and done, y’know, BIKINI Shakespeare.)
Don’t bikinis cover more than leaves?
Anyway, seeing The Manchurian Candidate and then seeing Murder She Wrote and then seeing The Court Jester, sure leads to mixed emotions on Angela Landsbury.
During the 50’s she starred in a slew of 50’s westerns as the petticoat wearing ingenue the cowboys rescue all the time. Whoa! Boing! Boing! Fweeeet Fweeeer!
As Lily Munster, she’s kinda sorta alluring, if you’re into that sort of thing. The niece was supposed to be the cheesecake, but I think Lily’s whirling dervish way of moving, plus those painted up bloodsucker lips, aroused more lust than Marylin.
Some time ago I saw a C-rated horror movie that takes place in a haunted art school. The headmistress was this fat dowdy matron with her hair tied in a bun, and Lily Munster’s voice! Whah? How can this pig in a dress be Yvonne DeCarlo? Say it ain’t so!
The first thing I remember seeing her in is “A Bedtime Story” with David Niven and Marlon Brando, and yes I think it’s funnier than the remake (Dirty Rotten Scoundrels) that is now apparently a musical.
Yes, she was be-yoo-tee-ful.
I was with you until here. Hotness belongs in Shakespeare.
I have that movie on VHS. Definate hot-osity. Of all the plays I’ve seen, Felicity Kendal in Twelfth Night is by far the hottest. Especially when she is dressed as a guy. Hmmmmmm… I wonder what that says about me? (In addition to “I have great taste in women,” I mean. )
Angela Lansbury has to be the all time champ in this category. I could hardly pick my jaw up off the floor when I saw her in The Court Jester. Just unbelievable. I guess it goes to show, you just don’t know about that old lady you just passed in the grocery store. Back in the day, she may have been quite the Betty.
Yes! Last night, we watched a few bits and pieces of the incredibly horrible movie Myra Breckinridge. One of the supposedly funny segments starred a 70-ish Mae West as a talent agent “interviewing”, har har, an assortment of leading men wannabes in her bedroom/office. First in line was a divinely gorgeous man who I suddenly realized was a young Tom Selleck. He must have been about 24 or so. Tom never did anything for me later on when he became more famous, but in 1970 when this film was made - ay caramba! And I’ll bet Mae was drooling, too.
Nor as strange as if it had been about Bernard Lee in drag, which was my first thought.
Bernard Lee played a British soldier in The Third Man, and wasn’t bad-looking. It was less than ten years later that he played James Bond’s eldery boss in Dr. No. Unless he was wearing really good makeup, he seems to have aged pretty quickly.
You too, huh? Mr. Aleq gets a major woody every time he hears her saying “Doctor Floyd? Doctor Floyd?” I’m no idiot, and I have a pretty good ability to mimic voices and that one is definitely in my repertoire…
Ever catch her in Age of Consent? hummina hummina hummina, and apparently it’s been rereleased with more nudity if IMDB can be believed! Hmmm, perusing the notes on IMDB I find that the story was originally by Norman Lindsey, the painter on whom the movie Sirens was based–an all time favorite of mine, with much nakedness of many many gorgeous womens. Okay, enough, I need a dab now! :eek:
The benchmark in Red-Hot British Shakespearean Totty still remains a nekkid Francesca Annis in Roman Polanski’s 1971 version of Macbeth. Still rates in the “I’d tap that” department.
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