Here’s today’s batch of "Oh but I should’ve said"s. I’ll forgo linking.
Notorious, My Favorite Wife, The Women, Gaslight, Adam’s Rib,
For nostalgia rather than cinematic greatness: any of the Bowery Boys/East Side Kids, Flash Gordon: Trip to Mars
And coming in under the wire in 1949 is a movie I’ve only seen once, just partially, and would dearly like to see again is one called It’s a Great Feeling, which is a movie about the movie business, and has a cameo from almost everyone under contract to Warner Brothers. It’s worth checking out for Joan Crawford’s scene alone.
This thread is making me think about reconnecting cable so I can get Turner Classic again. But in another thread I’ve just sworn off television and vowed to read more…woe is me.
They implied it very, very, very, very gently. Which is OK. It’s a fine film on its own terms. I’m just pissed that an ace team like Lawton and Tournier had to work under the Hayes Code, while the remake, done without Hayes Code censorship, fell into the hands of Schrader, who’s not half the director Lawton was. I’m not saying Lawton and Tournier would have made full-on furry porn out of it, just they would have made a more powerful film if they had not had to put kid gloves on every sexual element.
An excellent choice. Powell could be stuffy and whimsical at the same time, and I fell a bit for Carole Lombard the first time I saw it. I didn’t find her screechy; just a perfect combination of '30s rapid-fire wit and starry-eyed romantic.[sup]*[/sup] The final scene kills me, and (Some Like it Hot be damned) it has the funniest closing line in movie history.
I’d probably hate the character if I actually met her, but something about the acting back then, mannered and slightly over-the-top, lets me not take all the manipulations too seriously. The same way I don’t cringe when a cartoon character falls off a cliff.
Right this minute I’m watching one of my favorites, one I absolutely LOVE and always forget about. “Night Must Fall”, 1937, Rosalind Russell, Robert Montgomery, and Dame May Whitty as the mean old harridan in a wheelchair mesmerized by her smooth talking new ‘bad boy’ servant. Roz is a poor relative ‘companion’, in glasses and twinsets, both attracted and repelled by Robert Montgomery. And suspicious of that hat box in his closet…
Chock full of English country garden charm, dread, humor from the comical servants, and suspense.
I am actually amazed that most of my favorites have already been mentioned. Ignoring the obvious ones like Casablanca and Gone With the Wind, my list includes:
Bringing up Baby
Ninotchka
Kind Hearts and Coronets
The Treasure of the Sierra Madre
While 1939 probably had the greatest number of excellent movies, if we were including 1950 I would have to add:
Also a second vote for Rebecca, and surprise that this great film doesn’t have more of a following. Judith Anderson as Mrs. Danvers was so especially effective that I remember fantasizing about being able to magically appear inside the film just so I could settle her hash.
I always thought that Godfrey should’ve hooked up with the older sister, played by Gail Patrick; she seemed intelligent and cool-headed, and had turned into a fairly decent person by movie’s end.