It's a wonder that the "Memorable Quotes" pages of the IMDb entry for His Girl Friday doesn't just reproduce the entire script, you know? Of course, the only way to represent on the page the speed at which the sparring dialogue between Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell [with the Greek chorus of hardbitten newspapermen and, don't forget, Mother] is rattled off would be to fill every centimeter of white space with words.
But now, instead of looking it up, you can watch the whole thing online. The film, which has passed into the public domain, has been uploaded to archive.org and is just waiting there for you to stream or download. There's also a pretty impressive collection of thumbnails, one from each minute of the film, so you can admire Hildy's impossible hats from every angle.
We call this kind of
thing chemistry when it shows in the way movie stars look at each
other, and give every intimation of wanting to have sex the moment
someone says, "Cut!" But maybe the thing happening is going on inside
our heads more than theirs.
Sometimes, however, the dream of chemical combination turns into giddy passion.
It's a great sprawling piece, replete with the sort of discursive bits one expects from Thomson, but the cinetrix especially liked this:
Even after 150 years
or so of still photography, many of us are wary of being photographed.
We tense up. We hold ourselves against the scrutiny or the invasion. We
become grim or shrill in our look. We give nothing away. And, in life,
we are probably more trained in concealing our feelings than in
there is a type of person, not necessarily an actor, who enjoys being
photographed because he or she reckons that revelation is their
strength. They regard the camera as a friend, or a lover even; and it
is not absurd to say that some screen gods and goddesses have had
affairs with the camera. Nicole Kidman takes a positive pleasure -
something not far from a passion - in being photographed. Marilyn
Monroe had a similar rapport with the still camera. She was not always
as happy with movie cameras, but the ethos of the still seemed to move
her; it was her hope to be a radiant self for just a split second.
Try photographing different people and soon enough you will notice this
difference. And then, with luck, you will find someone whose whole
being starts to expand when a camera is studying them.
No, he hasn’t died or anything. At least I don’t think he has. Wow,
that would be terrible. Like one of those end-of-an-era things, except
that the era isn’t over. I mean, when an Ossie Davis goes, or an Arthur
Miller, it’s a huge loss, but it makes sense—you knew it would come and
you half-expected it. There’s no way that time is up for Hall’s
generation. Okay, maybe it is for Robert Downey Jr.—you half expect him
to check out any time. Hall, though? He seems unfinished. This guy made
it through the ringer of child stardom pretty well when you think about
it, better than some. I mean, how many of those people would you really
want to have a beer with nowadays? With Hall, there’s some humility
there, some honest recognition of what life has given and taken; it
reads appealingly on his face.
Emilio Estevez, who played Andrew Clark, isn't confirmed, in attendance
will be Molly Ringwald (Claire Standish), Ally Sheedy (Allison
Reynolds), Anthony Michael Hall (Brian Johnson) and Judd Nelson (John
The 1985 film was directed by John Hughes, who had a
string of hit films starring young people during the decade, among them
''Sixteen Candles,'' ''Weird Science,'' ''Pretty in Pink'' and ''Ferris
Bueller's Day Off.''
Yellowcard will perform the film's theme
song, ''Don't You Forget About Me,'' from the 1985 film. The song was
originally recorded by Simple Minds.
Angelenos, hie thee to the cemetery for the Hitchcock flick with perhaps the most sparkling repartee in the whole oeuvre: North by Northwest, this week's Cinespia selection. True, it never hurts to have Cary Grant delivering the dialogue when you want your words to have extra zing, but Ernest Lehman's screenplay is a corker. Don't believe me?
Now you listen to me, I'm an advertising man, not a red herring. I've
got a job, a secretary, a mother, two ex-wives and several bartenders
that depend upon me, and I don't intend to disappoint them all by
getting myself "slightly" killed.
Or perhaps you'll find this little exchange more persuasive?
And don't forget, a young, oleaginous Martin Landau plays Leonard!
You surely would have suspected.... Phillip Vandamm:
You seem to be trying to fill mine with rotten apples.
Sometimes the truth does taste like a mouthful of worms.
Truth? I've heard nothing but innuendos.
Call it my women's intuition, if you will. But I've never trusted
neatness. Neatness has always been the form of very deliberate
The cinetrix could go on and on like this. Better you just go see the movie. I'll be there... with George Kaplan.
North by Northwest Saturday, May 28th
NEW TIME: GATES AT 7:00PM FILM AT 8:30PM
Hollywood Forever Cemetery
6000 Santa Monica Boulevard at Gower
No reservation necessary.
$10 Tickets available at gate.
Up front, the cinetrix should just admit that she'd be happy listening to Liev Schrieber reading tax code. It's that voice of his, which has been put to good use in several documentaries already, including the great BBC/WGBH coproduction about rock and roll several years back. It's sonorous and earthy.
Why bring this up? Well, the delightful Tuckova pointed me to this provocative little list: The All-Time Top 100 Voices in the Movies. And don't get me wrong, there are a lot of solid choices on it, but there is no Liev Schrieber. Chow Yun-Fat [in Cantonese, not English, mind] doesn't make the cut, either.
So do take a look for yourselves and let me know who else is missing. We'll write our own damn list. And when we do, we'll come up with something better to say for Ms. Lauren Bacall than "The predecessor of Kathleen Turner." Harrumph. Kids today don't know their history.
Keep me company in the shame spiral: What's the one item of cinematic clothing you wished you owned? A leading candidate for me would be the pink Isaac Mizrahi that Shalom Harlow twirls around in in Unzipped, but there are so many....
Merchant died surrounded by family and friends at a hospital in London, Merchant Ivory Productions said.
is with great sadness that Merchant Ivory Productions announces that
Ismail Merchant, our company founder and beloved producer for more than
44 years, has passed away after a brief illness in a London hospital,''
the production company said in a statement on its Web site.
who was born in Bombay but spent most of his life in the West, had been
ill for some time and recently underwent surgery for abdominal ulcers,
according to Indian television reports.
As an undergraduate, the cinetrix looked at certain Merchant Ivory adaptions of novels for her thesis. A classmate, Sonali, knowing of my work, later regaled me with fantastic stories of Merchant's legendary cooking prowess and the enormous dinner parties he would host. Say what you will about the effect of Merchant Ivory's style on a certain type of art house picture--the cinetrix has always wanted to dine at his table.