Takin’ tips and gettin’ stoned

Oh, I've got something inside me,
To drive a princess blind.
There's a wild man wizard,
He's hiding in me, illuminating my mind.
Oh, I've got something inside me,
Not what my life's about,
Cause I've been letting my outside tide me,
Over 'till my time runs out.

Open invitations

Claude Chabrol, Stéphane Audran and Jean Yanne either before, during or after production of Le Boucher (1969); click to enlarge.

Claude Chabrol

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Minx

Minky Stéphane Audran with her minky legs and minky tan and minky little feet in Claude Chabrol’s La femme infidèle (1969). Oh yeah, the dude with the book is Michel Bouquet. Definitely click to enlarge.

Claude Chabrol finally arrives on Blu-ray

    

Unfortunately, Criterion denied my request for screeners. Therefore, the review I’d hoped to post here… isn’t. In the meantime, if you’re wondering what to get me for Christmas…

Pre-Disneyfied 42nd Street

Images via Jhalal Drut; click to enlarge.

Simply Scarlett

Ms. Johansson's notorious self portraits! (Click to enlarge.)

How Come (King Of The Waves)

By Little Barrie
With Mareva Galanter
Via Pour 15 minutes d’amour

The peanut butter revelation

Reading Rich Cohen’s interview with Angelina Jolie in the latest Vanity Fair, I was struck by a revelation, mostly concerning my desire (ability?) to write and the frustration that comes from never having achieved a professional career in the field. It was this exchange between interviewer and movie star that had me See The Light:

    Angie: “I hung out with the kids. Usually we have swim class in the morning for the twins, then art class. The boys got this crazy fish pedicure. It’s one of those things you shouldn’t talk about in an interview, and yet… There are fish here that eat the dead skin off your feet. I thought it would be fun to send the boys.”

    Rob: “Did it hurt?”

    Angie: “They were in hysterics.”

    Rob: “Is it like when you put peanut butter on your toes and let your dog lick it off?”

    You know something? I could never, would never, write a line like that, let alone submit it to a publisher. (Imagine defending it to a scissor-happy editor looking to trim some fat!) Which I guess partially explains my non-position in a field whose appeal weakens by the day.

Ian Dury for the day

There Ain't Half Been Some Clever Bastards
By Ian Dury & the Blockheads

Noel Coward was a charmer.
As a writer he was brahma.
Velvet, jackets and pyjamas,
had a gay divorce and other dramas.

There ain't half been some clever bastards
(Lucky bleeders, lucky bleeders)
There ain't half been some clever bas-tards.

Van Gough did some eyeball pleasers.
He must have been a pencil squeezer.
He didn't do the Mona Lisa,
That was an Italian geezer.

There ain't half been some clever bastards
(Lucky bleeders, lucky bleeders)
There ain't half been some clever bas-tards.

Einstein can't be classed as witless.
He claimed atoms were the littlest.
When you did a bit of splitting-em-ness
Frighten everybody shitless

There ain't half been some clever bastards.
Probably got help from their mum
(who had help from her mum).
There ain't half been some clever bastards.
Now that we've had some,
let's hope that there's lots more to come.

There ain't half been some clever bastards
(Lucky bleeders, lucky bleeders)
There ain't half been some clever bas-tards.

Okey-dokey!
Oh!
Segovia.
Da-laa la-laa da-daa da-lee
De dump di dump de dump-dump-diddle li-lee.

AJ for the day

Teenage Angelina Jolie Culture Clubbing, via This Is Not Porn; click to enlarge.

Elephant heads — “Oh, chiefee!” edition

Dude, the frikkin’ Bowery Boys rule!

¡Eye, caramba!

Real peepers, no FX . . . Socket to me!


Pop-Eye Perry


Willie Ingram

The deuce, 1972

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Labor Day 1965 at Rock Hudson’s House

Silent home movies!

Laughing in the dark

Leo Gorcey and Huntz Hall, circa 1954
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Elephant heads, Jerry Lewis edition

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Elephant heads at MGM

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Malibu, 1965

Silent home movies shot by Roddy McDowall via Sunset GunShots.

‘Roller Boogie’ is the new ‘Xanadu’

A cultural relic even when it first came out, Roller Boogie (1979) has Linda Blair foundering like Barbara Stanwyck in a Frankie Avalon picture, babyfat t&a, dudes with Chachi ‘dos and way-too-short shorts. “No rinks in Beverly Hills, just minks.” Occasionally amazing, pretty cool post-disco disco soundtrack. On demand at Netflix. Click poster to enlarge.

Life during wartime

Via right here; click to enlarge.

Life's a Mitch

“. . . Everybody got a road game . . .”

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Elephant heads at sea and in the air

A very popular program among men my father’s age who’d drink beer and wax nostalgic over their ‘glory days’ of bombing those pesky ‘Nips’ in The Big One (WWII), McHale’s Navy ran on ABC from 1962 through 1966 and spawned these two theatrical features. While the first, released in 1964, was essentially a feature-length version of the half-hour show, its sequel, McHale’s Navy Joins the Air Force (1965) almost had a touch of surrealism about it. For starters, the lead character, Quentin McHale, played by Ernest Borgnine, isn’t even in it! (Click images to enlarge.)

Elephant heads

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Take a road off, Fanny

“We’ve got to change course or else we’ll blow up the world!” Watch it now @ Netflix. (Click to enlarge.)