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<?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl" type="text/xsl" media="screen"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css" type="text/css" media="screen"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 23:00:12 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>50 Years Too Late</title><description /><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/50YearsTooLate" type="application/rss+xml" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-1389829209376138636</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 17:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-28T11:58:48.788-06:00</atom:updated><title>Monkey Business</title><description>To be honest, I was not expecting this movie to be good. I’m typically a little leery of movies that feature actual monkeys, but Cary Grant was in it, so I figured something good had to come out of it. Turns out it’s fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/SBYPjIry9cI/AAAAAAAAARE/ICKyv5owwGs/s1600-h/monkey-business.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/SBYPjIry9cI/AAAAAAAAARE/ICKyv5owwGs/s400/monkey-business.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194356316519462338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story centers around Dr. Barnaby Fulton played by Cary Grant and his wife, Edwina, played by Ginger Rogers. Barnaby is a chemist in the process of creating a magic potion that will make everyone young again and Edwina is his obedient wife who selflessly supports him at the expense of all her wants and needs. Despite the fact that Marilyn Monroe’s picture is plastered all over the case and DVD, she only plays Barbaby’s boss’s completely idiotic secretary ... barely a supporting part, but whatever. Her random one-liners are hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Barnaby has begun to test his magic potion on monkeys who are caged in his lab. One night when the lab is empty, one of the apparently brilliant monkeys breaks out of her cage and begins mixing her own version of the potion. I was shocked at how well trained this monkey was. Then, for some inexplicable reason, she takes her potion and dumps it into the water cooler. Needless to say, insanity ensues when pretty much everyone takes a drink from the water cooler of youth and, depending on how much they drank, goes back to a different stage in their lives. Apparently they were all completely insane in their younger years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was made in 1952 when Cary Grant was mostly playing the classy, debonair type, but in this film he goes back to his slapstick comedy days. He and Ginger were completely hilarious especially when they drink a few cups of coffee made with water from the water cooler of youth, and turn into ten-year-olds who wreak havoc on everyone they come into contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching it reminded me of my absolute favorite movie what was ever featured on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094517/"&gt;Mystery Science Theater&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=R88ymQiC4ag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Leech Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, about a woman desperate enough to be young again that she kills pretty much every man she sees. That one has darker theme, obviously ... and no monkeys, but the main idea is still there. Plus, the woman in it ends up looking like a monkey, so that’s something.</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/04/monkey-business.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-1533063278152024715</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 17:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-14T12:04:47.240-06:00</atom:updated><title>Charlotte²</title><description>The next installment in my &lt;a href="http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/03/shes-got-bette-davis-eyes.html"&gt;Bette Davis phase&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0035140/"&gt;Now, Voyager&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, an excellent film about an incredibly ugly spinster named Charlotte who goes to the loony bin, gets a makeover (thank heavens!), falls in love with a married man on a cruise, defies her overbearing mother, and eventually becomes the confident, lovely woman she was meant to be (cue inspirational music)! It’s quite the uplifting story without being too corny, though I’m not really sure the ending left me completely satisfied. But nevertheless, you’re pulling for poor Charlotte throughout the film, and she doesn’t disappoint. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/SAObNp9IaCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fKnvqYkL8nM/s1600-h/nowvoyagerugly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:10px 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/SAObNp9IaCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fKnvqYkL8nM/s320/nowvoyagerugly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189161854563805218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is considered one of Bette Davis’s best movies, and I have to say it’s probably my favorite so far. She was nominated for a best actress Oscar, but lost to Greer Garson for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mrs. Miniver&lt;/span&gt;. I’m a little disappointed that Bette didn’t win anything for this movie considering how terribly ugly she had to look in the beginning of the film. Now let’s be honest, Bette is a little strange looking to begin with. So intentionally uglifying her is near painful. She had some guts. The eyebrows. They haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other movies where Bette Davis plays a character named Charlotte, last month I watched &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0058213/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hush... Hush, Sweet Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This provided many jokes while watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now, Voyager&lt;/span&gt;, given the same name thing. Anyway, in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sweet Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;, Bette again plays a crazy person who falls in love with a married man, but this time she’s old and lives with her crazy maid in a huge old house that is going to be torn down to make room for a new highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/SAObh59IaDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZMh_fy8n6YQ/s1600-h/sweetcharlotte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:10px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/SAObh59IaDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZMh_fy8n6YQ/s400/sweetcharlotte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189162202456156210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many years earlier (when she was young and not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; crazy), Charlotte had plans to run off with her married boyfriend. Shortly after discussing their plans he was brutally murdered, sending Charlotte into a black hole of insanity. The movie picks up years later when she’s old and crazy (and screams a lot!), and is wondering, along with the rest of the town, who killed her former married boyfriend. In the meantime, she refuses to move out of her house and causes much trouble for the local government types who are trying to tear it down, so they bring in Charlotte’s younger cousin, Miriam, to take care of things. Craziness ensues as Miriam has other plans that don’t so much involve getting Charlotte to move out of the house as they do making Charlotte just go completely crazy. It’s basically an insane movie and Bette Davis is a little weird in it, to say the least. I’m not sure I’ll watch it again, but it had some interesting twists and some disturbing moments if you like that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you’re trying to decide between the two, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now, Voyager&lt;/span&gt; is certainly the more legit, quality film. But if you’re up for some screaming, crazy, old Bette Davis action (who isn’t now and then?), you might want to check out &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hush... Hush, Sweet Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;.</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/04/now-sweet-charlotte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-2152900462706121872</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2008 05:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-05T23:29:04.304-06:00</atom:updated><title>Charlton Heston</title><description>Well this is weird. &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080406/ap_on_en_mo/obit_heston;_ylt=AiR7HKuCKlEL2Oa7gNsHJQWs0NUE"&gt;Charlton Heston died&lt;/a&gt; tonight at 84 ... the night after I watched my very &lt;a href="http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/04/damn-dirty-apes.html"&gt;first Charlton Heston movie&lt;/a&gt;! Now I feel a little bad about making so much fun of of the movie, but I still say it deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the reason this is freaking me out is because a very similar thing happened when Katherine Hepburn died. PBS happened to be showing &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0045012/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pat and Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one night and though I'd heard of it and had seen parts, I'd never bothered to sit down and watch the whole thing. But that night I decided to watch it, and the next day Katherine Hepburn died. I was a little weirded out because I really don't watch Katherine Hepburn movies on a regular basis. It all seemed very odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm a little wary of watching any movies starring people who are near death. But tonight I'm watching a Bette Davis movie, so I think I'm safe.</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/04/charlton-heston.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-1476022708824667009</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 19:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-05T16:17:31.890-06:00</atom:updated><title>Damn Dirty Apes!</title><description>Last night AMC showed &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0063442/"&gt;Planet of the Apes&lt;/a&gt;. I'd never seen it before, and for some inexplicable reason I felt the need to watch it. At least to get the jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is: weirdest.movie.ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R_fz3RZlNQI/AAAAAAAAAQc/v1uZZlqT3XU/s1600-h/panet+of+the+apes+kissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R_fz3RZlNQI/AAAAAAAAAQc/v1uZZlqT3XU/s400/panet+of+the+apes+kissing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185881626829468930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't quite know what I was in for when I committed to watching it. I'd probably seen a couple clips and heard lots of people making fun of it ... and rightly so, but I didn't really know the story or the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to being really, really strange, I thought the story was a little uncreative. Ok, so apes and humans switched places. Basically everything that was an issue for the apes in the movie has at one time been an issue for humans in real life. Every debate we've had concerning religion/science/evolution was the exact same debate for the apes. They even called Charlton Heston the "missing link." Couldn't they come up with a new phrase?? Plus they spoke English. I was a little disappointed that they couldn't produce something more original! Pretty much any 5 year old could come up with the same concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why, why did the apes ride horses?? Couldn't they come up with some other animal that real life humans don't ride? Just for something more interesting. Maybe a buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why can't the humans speak? If they really lived long before these apes as we do now, did they like devolve and loose the ability to speak? Doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also not quite sure what the point of the movie was. Are we supposed to feel bad for the animals in the zoo? Do they want to convince us that evolution is true and someday a talking ape is going to show up and be the missing link? Is it supposed to prepare us for the day that apes inevitably take over the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, there are a lot of unanswered questions here. Perhaps if I bothered to find answers to them, I'd have much more respect for the movie. But I don't plan on taking the time for that. I'm pretty sure it's one of those movies only men can understand. And I'm ok with that.</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/04/damn-dirty-apes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-1606400651844195073</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Apr 2008 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-01T12:08:00.923-06:00</atom:updated><title>No Wire Hangers!!</title><description>The other evening I watched an interesting &lt;a href="http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2007/08/joan-crawford-movies.html"&gt;Joan Crawford&lt;/a&gt; movie, &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0045205/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sudden Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, with Jack Palance. The only other thing I'd seen him in was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;City Slickers&lt;/span&gt; where he was quite old, and let me tell you, as a young man he's very, very strange looking! That worked for this movie, however, as he played Joan's husband whom she suspects is trying to kill her. It wasn't a bad movie. There were definitely some very corny moments, but overall I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie came as part of my sort of Joan Crawford phase that started last month when TCM showed this amazing documentary, and a marathon of Joan films. The documentary was great and I learned that she was basically nuts. She embodied pretty much every crazy Hollywood stereotype, and that is why I love her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter was interviewed in the documentary and let me tell you, that girl doesn't sugar coat anything! It was fascinating and made me wanted to watch &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0082766/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mommie Dearest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; since I hadn't seen it in many years. All I have to say is, that movie is weird! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Faye Dunnaway just looks creepy through the whole movie. Joan didn't always look that creepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mommie Dearest&lt;/span&gt; is based on the book by Joan's daughter, Christina, who is ridiculously bitter towards her mother. I have no doubt that Joan was a terrible mother, but Christina tries so hard to make sure everyone knows what an awful person she was that it just gets kind of embarrassing. It's pretty obvious that she's most bitter about being left out of Joan's will, along with the rest of Joan's kids. So Christina basically uses the movie (and book) as payback, especially at the end when she so slyly points out that Joan didn't manage to get the last word. Ok, we get it, your mother was terrible, bla bla. It was also a great way to make money off her mother, since Joan didn't actually leave her anything. Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all this to say that this did not change my view of Joan Crawford. In fact, I may like her more. I intend to watch many more Joan Crawford movies.</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-wire-hangers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-6947038853971187505</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 17:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T11:45:07.881-06:00</atom:updated><title>Questions Answered</title><description>I use Google Analytics to see how many visitors come to this site and where they come from. By far the best feature is the search keywords report that shows you what people are searching for to get to your site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed there are a number of questions that people search for on a regular basis, so I figured I’d try to answer the most common (and interesting) questions all in one neat little post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash;Did Christopher Plummer like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/span&gt;/Julie Andrews/the children?&lt;br /&gt;     This is by far the most common question (it comes in many different forms), mostly because of &lt;a href="http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2007/05/hills-are-alive-with-sound-of.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; about his commentary on the DVD. He definitely did not like working with the kids at first because they stole his thunder, but he seemed to warm up to them. I also think he resented the fact most people only knew him from that movie. But it seems he's gotten over it for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash;When is Debbie Reynolds' birthday?&lt;br /&gt;     April 1, 1932&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash;When is Julie Andrews' birthday?&lt;br /&gt;     October 1, 1935&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash;Is Tony Curtis gay?&lt;br /&gt;     He may look/act/sound gay, but I would say he isn't. Actually, he's been married 6 times; kind of the opposite of gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash;Is Julie Andrews still alive?&lt;br /&gt;     Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash;What color are Bette Davis's eyes?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea because, as I stated &lt;a href="http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/03/shes-got-bette-davis-eyes.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, I've never seen a color Bette Davis film. Ok, i just looked it up, they were blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash;Are Julie Andrews and Carol Burnett gay?&lt;br /&gt;     Uhhh ... not that I know. Though I don't know for sure, of course, but seeing as they're both married (to men) and have been for most of their adult lives, I'd say it's unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash;How does "Some Like it Hot" relate to "The Graduate?"&lt;br /&gt;     I have no idea. I'll be honest, I've only gotten one search for this, but I thought it was fascinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash;Is Charmain Carr still alive?&lt;br /&gt;    Yes, she's not even that old. Goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;mdash;i love love julieandrews !!!!!!!!!!11&lt;br /&gt;     Yeah, I know it's not a question, but it's funny.</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/03/questions-answered.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-5509403087459344236</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 03:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-21T22:04:05.069-06:00</atom:updated><title>I Could Write a Sonnet, About Your Easter Bonnet</title><description>As is my tradition, I am watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Easter Parade&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate the season. &lt;a href="http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-parade.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is my post from last Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'm sharing my favorite things about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Easter Parade&lt;/span&gt;, compiled while watching the movie. Here are my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Easter Parade&lt;/span&gt; favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R-SD0BZlNKI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5I1x105vdzg/s1600-h/judy-easter-parade-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R-SD0BZlNKI/AAAAAAAAAPs/5I1x105vdzg/s200/judy-easter-parade-face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180410401135080610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;Judy moment: When she makes her terrible face in order to show Fred she can get the attention of random men walking down the street.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coat: Peter Lawford's ridiculously ugly fur coat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quote: Don Hewes: A girl dancer has to be exotic; she has to be - a peach.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Brown: I suppose I'm a lemon!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Musical number: The "vaudeville" type medley; especially when fred says "pow" in the train song at the end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R-SDoxZlNJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pIoLAjkvecE/s1600-h/steppin-out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R-SDoxZlNJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pIoLAjkvecE/s200/steppin-out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180410207861552274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fred moment: Probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Steppin' Out with My Baby&lt;/span&gt;. With an honorable mention for the Drum song.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pointless scene: When the stupid waiter takes 10 minutes to explain every detail of his salad to Judy and Peter Lawford.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dashing British man: Peter Lawford&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R-SD8BZlNLI/AAAAAAAAAP0/SdnzqnMT1rs/s1600-h/piano-song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R-SD8BZlNLI/AAAAAAAAAP0/SdnzqnMT1rs/s200/piano-song.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180410538574034098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;Insane dancing: Anne Miller during &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shakin' the Blues Away&lt;/span&gt;. Especially when she spins out of control and her hair whips her in the face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Costume: Judy's purple and blue outfit for the second half of the piano song. Especially the bring purple shoes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-could-write-sonnet-about-your-easter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-5496656960925204155</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 02:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-20T20:49:54.926-06:00</atom:updated><title>She's Got Bette Davis Eyes</title><description>I can't believe I've never written about Bette Davis. I apologize for that gross oversight. She's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R-MfZBZlNHI/AAAAAAAAAPU/iq6utqXiT8o/s1600-h/dead+ringer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R-MfZBZlNHI/AAAAAAAAAPU/iq6utqXiT8o/s320/dead+ringer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180018511139124338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, this evening I enjoyed a fabulous Bette Davis picture, &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0057997/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dead Ringer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. In it, Bette plays a down-and-out middle aged bar owner in desperate need of a corset, who murders and assumes the identity of her well-to-do, corset-wearing sister (also played by Bette, of course) who married the man she was in love with some twenty years earlier. Unfortunately, she doesn't plan things out quite as well as she should have and things quickly go awry, making for a fantastic picture. I like to think it could make a nice sequel to &lt;a href="http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/parent-trap.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Parent Trap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just one of the many weird, creepy Bette Davis movies I love. &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0056687/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Whatever Happened to Baby Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is, of course, a favorite. I tend to like the old, creepy Bette to the younger, creepy Bette. She's really quite interesting; at times she can be rather glamorous, but at other times she's downright disturbing. I guess that's what makes her great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently saw &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0042192/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All About Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the first time, which was excellent. I vaguely remember this &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0037094/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mr. Skeffington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; movie, featuring a more glamorous Bette. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, these are about all the Bette Davis movies I've ever seen. I also realized tonight that I've never actually seen a color Bette Davis film. I'm not even sure that she made any movies in color. I need to look into this.</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/03/shes-got-bette-davis-eyes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-3605713180193201093</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 01:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-13T20:16:08.776-06:00</atom:updated><title>The Bad Seed</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R9nekOYEcyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/IeAM-_EMhP8/s1600-h/bad+seed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R9nekOYEcyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/IeAM-_EMhP8/s320/bad+seed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177413960554804002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, this movie is incredible. If you like movies about blond little girls murdering people, this one is for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't divulge too much of the story because there was a nice little message at the end of the film asking me not to. But basically, the prim and proper 8 year old Rhoda is all sweetness on the outside, and all evil on the inside. And when her nemesis at school drowns mysteriously, everyone starts to wonder about sweet little Rhoda. And things just get better from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest, this movie is incredibly corny. On the bright side, the joke possibilities are endless. It's not supposed to be a comedy, but it certainly can be with little effort. There's lots of 50's psychological theories thrown around, which is always ... enlightening. There's also a fabulous drunk lady that points at people a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half of the movie is a lot of talking, but in the second half, when everyone starts freaking out, things really pick up. Yes, it's very, very corny, but there are enough disturbing parts to make it so worth the watch.</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/03/bad-seed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-2497253779897859797</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2008 00:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-07T18:15:23.445-06:00</atom:updated><title>Max and Elsa Sittin' in a Tree</title><description>Ok, maybe this is a thought everyone's had, but I just realized it yesterday: Max and Elsa are perfect for each other! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R9HadeYEcxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bLxPTJmIacw/s1600-h/max+and+elsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R9HadeYEcxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bLxPTJmIacw/s400/max+and+elsa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175157646730490642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/span&gt;, of course. I stayed home sick yesterday, and seeing as daytime TV is incredibly lame, I threw in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/span&gt; figuring I could try to fall asleep to it. As I laid on the couch with my eyes closed just listening to it, I realized that Max and the Baroness are meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, she laughs at his ridiculous jokes that no one else thinks are funny. He must appreciate that. Secondly, they're equally conniving and manipulative. Together they'd be unstoppable! Thirdly, when the Captain dumps her, she states that she needs someone who needs her money. Certainly no one needs her money more than Max. He's basically a leech! Plus it's very convenient that the Von Trapps leave Austria; Max and Elsa are free to express their love without any awkwardness between Max and the Captain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, the Baroness is way too pretty for Max, but really that shouldn't matter. He probably should have made a move right after the Captain dumped her before she left for Vienna, but I think he still has time. Hopefully he realizes how perfect she is for him and takes some action. I think they'd be very happy together.</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/03/max-and-elsa-sittin-in-tree.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-2804921173388835780</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 02:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-03T20:28:42.479-06:00</atom:updated><title>Cary Grant + Grey Suit = Love</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R8yyppECxwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/91BATg8XfR4/s1600-h/North+By+Northwest+Hitchcock+Cary+Grant+pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R8yyppECxwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/91BATg8XfR4/s400/North+By+Northwest+Hitchcock+Cary+Grant+pic+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173706500409050882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Cary Grant is amazing. I watched &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;North by Northwest&lt;/span&gt; last night for the first time ever. Of course I’d seen the scene with the plane and the end where they’re on Mount Rushmore, but I never had any idea what was actually going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is incredibly long, but I didn’t get bored. There were a couple parts that probably could have been cut shorter, but they weren’t too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cary Grant plays Roger Thornhill, a Madison avenue exec, who gets mixed up with some bad guys, out of no fault of his own. They think he's this Kaplan fella, a guy the CIA made up in order to trap them. Thornhill realizes they’ve made a mistake, but can’t convince them, and manages to get into all kinds of trouble (and meet a very forward blond) ...  all while wearing the same grey suit. He wears this suit for like 3 days straight at least. Lucky for him, he looks pretty hot in it. And it matches his hair nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is one of the more confusing Hitchcock ones, I think. Not quite like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vertigo&lt;/span&gt; (I still get confused about that one), but there’s a lot to it and you have to pay attention. But isn’t that what’s great about Hitchcock? He doesn’t miss anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as Hitchcock movies go, I probably still prefer &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Psycho&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Birds&lt;/span&gt;, but this is definitely one I’ll be watching again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I love Cary Grant in a grey suit?</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/03/cary-grant-grey-suit-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-5085602016864403843</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 15:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-23T09:24:19.827-06:00</atom:updated><title>Dociousaliexpilisticfragicalirepus</title><description>So, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/span&gt; fans across the country are all up in arms about &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Video/playerIndex?id=4327000&amp;affil=wls"&gt;this report&lt;/a&gt; on ABC News the other night. They claim that Mary is lying when she tells Bert she can say Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious backwards. First of all, why the heck did this make it onto the news? Second of all, duh! I've known it was wrong basically my entire life, but never actually bothered to get into it because it really doesn't matter. But now they've made it an issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real problem is not that she doesn't really say it backwards, but that she is inconsistent in her delivery. For most of it, she's just saying pieces of the word forward by letter but in backward order until she gets to the "repus" part when she suddenly puts the letters backward. The thing is, if she would have said the entire word backward, letter by letter, it would have sounded ridiculous. Like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dYRp1CSOgI"&gt;this kid&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, are we all just going to ignore the fact that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/span&gt; itself is basically one huge lie? Pretty much everything that happens in that movie is completely impossible; Mary flies around, jumps into a chalk pavement picture, tidies up rooms with a snap of her fingers, etc ... In light of all that, can't we just let this Supercal thing slide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does become an issue when Julie Andrews herself runs around at her one of her &lt;a href="http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2007/05/julie-andrews-i-love-you.html"&gt;public appearances&lt;/a&gt;, and fulfills a request from one of the innocent children in the audience to say Supercal backwards. Now she's lying as a real person, in real life, to real children sitting in the audience blindly believing her. That is the real outrage.</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/dociousaliexpilisticfragicalirepus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-2814559433741934358</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 02:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-20T22:40:37.254-06:00</atom:updated><title>Bond, James Bond</title><description>Well, I experienced my first James Bond film last weekend, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Goldfinger&lt;/span&gt;. It was fabulous. And I realized what a tragedy it is that I've not seen any James Bond films until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R7z-XaH9VVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/22eu9lPup64/s1600-h/goldfinger_2_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R7z-XaH9VVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/22eu9lPup64/s200/goldfinger_2_600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169286150417634642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, it's incredibly corny, but that's the fun part. Plus he has all kinds of fun 60's gadgets, including a rather primitive GPS system. And I had already seen the Mythbusters James Bond special, so I was pleased to finally get to see their inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing that all the Bond films are pretty similar, but in this one, James is attempting to stop a certain Mr. Goldfinger from stealing the country's gold. There are a number of car chases, lots of explosions, and a couple deaths-by=hat. And along the way, James makes out with every single blond girl he runs into. One of them gets painted gold because of him and his skanky ways. That was the best part. I started to have trouble telling the difference between the women, they basically all looked the same, but it didn't seem to cause a problem. They're really just there for James to make out with and then they die so he can meet a new one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it was silly and over the top and completely unbelievable, but beyond entertaining. And the song during the opening titles sung by a crazy 60's lady with excessive vibrato was fantastic! I definitely need to see some more Bond films!</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/bond-james-bond.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-8878387044942313536</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 02:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-15T20:10:09.783-06:00</atom:updated><title>TCM Fun</title><description>I wish my ipod looked like this. And played these videos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4797c5e0cfe2ea0a/47b645a26f8adcdd/4797c5e0cfe2ea0a/617930ee/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/tcm-fun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-903633829706280272</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 21:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-12T16:00:03.116-06:00</atom:updated><title>Casablanca, Starring Spongebob</title><description>Spongebob voice actors overdub scenes from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Casablanca, Singin' in the Rain&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Godfather&lt;/span&gt;. Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1801688&amp;fullscreen=1" width="350" height="263" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1801688&amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/casablanca-starring-spongebob.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-1858757123998925650</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 18:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-05T13:57:29.556-06:00</atom:updated><title>Old Movies + The Simpsons</title><description>One of the few "current" things I really enjoy is The Simspons. I’m a little ashamed to admit it, but I can’t help it. It’s a great show. The main reason I love it is because they constantly make references to the corny, old things that I love. These are the jokes that most people under the age of 70 miss out on. So I thought I'd put together a  top ten list of my favorite references to old movies/people/shows on The Simspsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yokel_Chords"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/span&gt; episode&lt;/a&gt;. I just saw this one for the first time yesterday and it may or may not be the inspiration for this blog post. Lisa takes on the task of tutoring the yokel children only to have Krusty turn them into a musical act for his show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R6iuOw-Vj9I/AAAAAAAAANc/TX40gHenr0U/s1600-h/simpsons-theshining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R6iuOw-Vj9I/AAAAAAAAANc/TX40gHenr0U/s200/simpsons-theshining.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163568541468037074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Treehouse_of_horror_v#The_Shinning"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Shining&lt;/span&gt; episode&lt;/a&gt;. The Simpsons look after Mr. Burns' summer cottage and Homer goes crazy. It's just a part of the Treehouse of Horror episode, but still wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marge_vs._the_monorail"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Music Man&lt;/span&gt; episode&lt;/a&gt;. A smooth talking fellow shows up in Springfield and convinces the town to get a monorail by singing a song not unlike "Ya Got Trouble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R6itjA-Vj8I/AAAAAAAAANU/VNiu8jem8CA/s1600-h/simpsons-rearwindwo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R6itjA-Vj8I/AAAAAAAAANU/VNiu8jem8CA/s200/simpsons-rearwindwo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163567789848760258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bart_of_darkness"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bart in Rear Window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Bart breaks his leg and is confined to his bedroom for the summer where he spies on the Flanders home next door. He comes to believe Ned has killed his wife, and Bart and Lisa investigate. Through his telescope, Bart also sees Jimmy Stewart spying on him through his camera. Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/We%27re_on_the_Road_to_D%27ohwhere"&gt;Ma Kettle&lt;/a&gt;. Why any of the writers for The Simpsons know who Ma Kettle is, I can't imagine, but they do, and they throw a Ma Kettle reference in every so often. This one is my favorite from Cheif Wiggum while arresting Marge for smuggling drugs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wiggum&lt;/span&gt;: Save it, Ma Peddle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lou&lt;/span&gt;: "Ma Peddle"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wiggum&lt;/span&gt;: It's a reference to Ma Kettle, the popular movie character from the '40s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lou&lt;/span&gt;: If you have to explain it, it's not good, Chief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R6iwRQ-Vj-I/AAAAAAAAANk/yMAe7NgOqNg/s1600-h/simpsons-marypoppins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R6iwRQ-Vj-I/AAAAAAAAANk/yMAe7NgOqNg/s200/simpsons-marypoppins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163570783440965602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simpsoncalifragilisticexpiala%28Annoyed_Grunt%29cious"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/span&gt; episode&lt;/a&gt;. The Simpsons hire a nanny, Shary Bobbins, who wins the childrens' affections by singing such songs as, "Cut Every Corner" and "A Boozehound Named Barney."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lisa_the_Vegetarian"&gt;Paul McCartney and Apu&lt;/a&gt;. Lisa becomes a vegetarian and after her family gives her crap for it, she ends up at the Kwik-e-Mart where Paul and Linda McCartney are (for some inexplicable reason) hanging out on the roof. There are too many Beatles references in this episode to mention, and Paul and Linda do their own voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weekend_at_Burnsies"&gt;Smithers as Judy Garland&lt;/a&gt;. Really one of my favorite Simpsons moments. Homer gets Smithers high and things get a little weird:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Smithers&lt;/span&gt;: This suit used to belong to Judy Garland. Uh, we could sing a song, if you don't mind being Mickey Rooney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Homer&lt;/span&gt;: You mean that guy on "60 Minutes" who yells all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%24pringfield_%28Or%2C_How_I_Learned_to_Stop_Worrying_and_Love_Legalized_Gambling%29"&gt;Robert Goulet at Bart's Casino&lt;/a&gt;. Robert Goulet plays himself and is booked to sing at Mr. Burns' new casino, but Bart gets him at the airport and brings him to his treehouse casino where he sings "Jingle Bells, Batman Smells" and whacks Milhouse with a microphone. Robert Goulet isn't in much of the episode, but when he is, it's hilarious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Robert Goulet&lt;/span&gt;: Are you sure this is the Casino? Mr. Burns' Casino? I think I should call my manager...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nelson&lt;/span&gt;: Your manager says for you to shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Robert Goulet&lt;/span&gt;: Vera said that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R6i4Lg-Vj_I/AAAAAAAAANs/7QaqvFNYgyk/s1600-h/simpsonsmyfairlady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R6i4Lg-Vj_I/AAAAAAAAANs/7QaqvFNYgyk/s200/simpsonsmyfairlady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163579480749740018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Fair_Laddy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Fair Lady&lt;/span&gt; episode&lt;/a&gt;. Lisa teaches Groundskeeper Willie to be a proper gentleman while they sing songs like "Wouldn't it be Adequate," "What Flows from the Nose, Should not Go on My Clothes," and "Indoors All Night." This episode is doubly wonderful because, not only is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Fair Lady&lt;/span&gt; my favorite musical, but Groundskeeper Willie is my favorite Simpsons character. It's like they wrote it just for me.</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/02/old-movies-simpsons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-3659898341322754307</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-28T19:39:59.726-06:00</atom:updated><title>The Pajama Game</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R56C7w-Vj6I/AAAAAAAAANE/DjzIVgALy60/s1600-h/pajama+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R56C7w-Vj6I/AAAAAAAAANE/DjzIVgALy60/s200/pajama+game.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160706186283421602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let’s be honest, this is not a great movie. First, Doris Day’s hair is atrocious. Second, John Raitt may have been successful in stage musicals, but he’s really not a looker. Third, most of the songs in this movie are extremely lame. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hey There&lt;/span&gt;? Possibly the cheesiest song ever made. And the one they sing at the picnic is so bad I can’t even remember the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can we expect? How good can a movie about union pajama factory workers be? And the main character’s name is Babe. I realize this movie was made about 40 years a go, but watching it today, that name only conjures up images of an annoying talking pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film’s main redeeming quality happens to be one of the non-lame songs: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hernando’s Hideaway&lt;/span&gt;. Ok, it’s a lame song. But at least it’s lame &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; awesome. Also, it will still be stuck in your head for days after you watch the movie. And you won’t be able to remember all the words so you’ll make up some of your own. All the qualities of a perfect song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate this movie. I actually kind of like it. It’s one of those movies you can watch over and over and completely make fun of every time. It keeps your mind sharp. I would recommend watching it if you’re so inclined, but be prepared for extreme cheesiness and really terrible Doris Day hair.</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/01/pajama-game.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-4891943545323623260</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 00:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-28T19:32:58.306-06:00</atom:updated><title>SAG Awards</title><description>I love awards shows, but I don't really know why, seeing as most of the people I like are dead. Nevertheless, I watch them. Typically my favorite part is the "In Memoriam" video, or the Lifetime Achievement type awards if it's given to someone good and old. This year's &lt;a href="http://tv.popcrunch.com/sag-in-memoriam-tribute-video/"&gt;memoriam video&lt;/a&gt; was particularly sad since we lost on of my favorites, &lt;a href="http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2007/10/deborah-kerr.html"&gt;Deborah Kerr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather amused to see Mickey Rooney there presenting an award. I don't know why they had him there really, and he kind of rambled on forever about who knows what. He was a little crazy, as usual, and extremely old, but he's always entertaining. I was shocked at how easily he walked out on stage, especially after a number of people younger than him had trouble making it to he podium. It also made me want to watch some old Mickey/Judy movies. They're always fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wished he had just married Judy Garland. Maybe her life would have been a little more normal. But then again, maybe it would have been even more insane. Instead, he married about &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0001682/bio"&gt;85 other women&lt;/a&gt; and had 9 children. But he has been married to his current wife for 30 years, so that's something.</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/01/sag-awards.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-2811572147162547454</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 18:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-16T12:56:30.434-06:00</atom:updated><title>The Graduate</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R45TEA3nrJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rMy4tIpx7_Y/s1600-h/The_Graduate_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R45TEA3nrJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rMy4tIpx7_Y/s200/The_Graduate_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156149951803665554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just watched &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0061722/"&gt;The Graduate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the first time. It was interesting. I’m kind of surprised I hadn’t seen it before, but apparently the opportunity had never arose. But my friend purchased they new 40th Anniversary DVD, so we had to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure if I liked it or not. I think I did. I’m pretty sure I would watch it again. I thought I knew quite a bit about it; I knew Mrs. Robinson seduced him and I’d seen the ending. What I did not know was that some of the craziest stuff happens in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it’s the story of Benjamin Braddock, played by Dustin Hoffman, who’s just graduated from college and clearly has no ambition and is completely devoid of any purpose in life. He’s a little weird. Mrs. Robinson realizes he’s a needy, pathetic, easy target and manages to get him to her house after his graduation party where she offers him a drink, brings him upstairs, and takes off her clothes. It’s at this point that we’re treated to some borderline subliminal shots of Ann Bancroft’s boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben rushes out in a hurry, but days later realizes that since there’s basically no meaning to his life, he might as well take Mrs. Robinson up on her sexy offer. They start a painfully awkward “relationship” consisting only of meeting at a hotel to have sex. This goes on for awhile until Mrs. Robinson’s daughter, Elaine, comes home from college and Ben becomes smitten with her after being forced by his father to take her on a date. When Mrs. Robinson insists that Ben stay away from her daughter, he takes Elaine to a strip club in an effort to repulse her, where one of the strippers twirls tassels on her boobs. It’s pretty impressive really. But despite this, Ben and the daughter hit it off and continue to see each other, much to Mrs. Robinson’s dismay. Things get complicated and basically everyone goes crazy. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the movie is the soundtrack by Simon and Garfunkel. I actually purchased it on vinyl awhile back and it’s incredible. I want to have a cheezy 60’s party just so I can play the record in the background. It would be perfect. It goes from 60’s lounge music, to depressing Simon and Garfunkel, to upbeat, slightly less depressing Simon and Garfunkel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera work is also fascinating. Along with the soundtrack, it’s what makes this movie unique. The entire film is basically a series of random shots. No scene lasts very long, and it jumps rather quickly from one scene to a completely different one without warning. It really keeps you guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Graduate&lt;/span&gt; is a classic. I’m glad I finally saw it and I would definitely recommend watching it.</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/01/graduate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-6122124666946084909</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2008 22:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-05T23:29:25.542-06:00</atom:updated><title>Star!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R37G4g3nrII/AAAAAAAAAMw/Jyh2q6SlQRI/s1600-h/star!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R37G4g3nrII/AAAAAAAAAMw/Jyh2q6SlQRI/s200/star!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151773697956621442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I watched this movie awhile back, but never got around to writing about it. It's based on the life of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gertrude_Lawrence"&gt;Gertrude Lawrence&lt;/a&gt; who I'd heard of but didn't really know anything about. It stars Julie Andrews and is directed by Robert Wise, the same fella that directed &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/span&gt;. I figured I couldn't go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Julie Andrews plays Gertrude who, as it turns out, is basically a whore, though they can't say that explicitly seeing as this movie was made in 1968. But we know what they're gettin' at. The movie simply follows Gertrude's life, comprised primarily of acting, singing, and picking up men. She has a daughter along the way somewhere in Europe that she promptly neglects in favor of high society life in America. She's a real winner; kind of the Brittany Spears of the '20s. One of her many boyfriends in the movie is played by Robert Reed, the dad on the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Brady Bunch&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Andrews gets some big musical numbers which is always fun, though the concept for some of them is inexplicable. I'm not sure if these were actual numbers that Gertrude performed (doubt it), or if they were made for the movie, but some of them are a little strange, to say the least. &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=2oLGw7bf1VM"&gt;One of them&lt;/a&gt; involves acrobats. But I like the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly sure what to make of this movie. I learned Gertrude Lawrence was kind of a depressing individual; her life basically consisted of success in show business, and failure in pretty much every other area of life. But the musical numbers were pretty entertaining and Julie Andrews is in it. I kind of want to watch it again.</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/01/star.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-3572703179393432190</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2008 18:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-02T12:57:10.206-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Good Movies</category><title>Strangers on a Train</title><description>This New Year's my friends and I enjoyed a slightly lesser-known Hitchcock film, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0044079/"&gt;Strangers on a Train&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'd seen it many years ago, and couldn't remember most of it. But I knew I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R3vc-Q3nrGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JP94AMtbSVs/s1600-h/strangersonatrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R3vc-Q3nrGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JP94AMtbSVs/s200/strangersonatrain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150953561066548322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two guys meet on a train (strangers, of course); one is a semi-famous, good looking tennis player and the other is just a plain ole' creepy man named Bruno. Bruno comes up with a brilliant plan to trade murders. Bruno apparently reads the society columns and knows that Tennis Player Guy needs to get rid of his cheating, skanky, cat-eye glasses wearing wife so he can marry his innocent, beautiful, senator's daughter girlfriend. Bruno wants to get rid of his father for reasons I do not remember. Tennis Player Guy brushes off the crazy idea and gets off the train, but Bruno is rather determined and doesn't let it end there. There are a couple good twists along the way and generally, it kept me interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights of the movie is Tennis Player Guy's girlfriend's little sister, Barbara, played by Hitchcock's daughter. She's funny and she has some amazing glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creepiness factor of this movie is pretty high. For me anyway. This Bruno fellow gets more and more disturbing as the movie goes on. He always seems to be lurking and he'll randomly just show up places. Plus, he has a rather odd relationship with his mother&amp;mdash;not unusual for a Hitchcock movie, but it definitely increases his creepiness level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a great movie!</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2008/01/strangers-on-train.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-5022694912024762536</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Dec 2007 03:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-16T22:29:51.401-06:00</atom:updated><title>In the Good Old Summertime</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R2X3-A3nq9I/AAAAAAAAALY/m4NOl-Ldd7Q/s1600-h/In_the_Good_Old_Summertime_1949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R2X3-A3nq9I/AAAAAAAAALY/m4NOl-Ldd7Q/s200/In_the_Good_Old_Summertime_1949.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144790794097896402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight I enjoyed a Judy Garland double feature with some friends. It seems I've got 'em hooked. hahaha (evil laugh). Anyway, we watched &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Meet Me in St. Louis&lt;/span&gt; (my second viewing in a week), but the main purpose of our gathering was to watch &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In the Good Old Summertime&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3 on my &lt;a href="http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/top-ten-judy-garland-movies_09.html"&gt;Top Ten Judy Garland Movies&lt;/a&gt; list, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In the Good Old Summertime&lt;/span&gt; is basically amazing. It really has it all&amp;mdash;comedy, songs, and a love story. The plot is pretty well known at this point, originally taken from the 1940 film &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Shop Around the Corner&lt;/span&gt;, and remade again as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/span&gt; in 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy plays Veronica Fisher, a single working girl who writes romantic letters in her free time to a fellow she doesn't know. She gets a job at a music store where she butts heads with a dashing Mr. Larkin, played by Van Johnson, who also happens to be corresponding with an anonymous young woman. I think we can all guess what happens&amp;mdash;after going to meet his pen pal, Mr. Larkin find that he's been writing to Miss Fisher all along. Hilarity ensues (kind of) and of course, after a few bumps in the road, they all live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think this is Judy's funniest movie. She has some brilliant moments. The banter between her and Van Johnson is excellent. It's been said that they didn't like each other in real life, so that may have helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music in this movie isn't my favorite. There aren't really any stand-out songs, they're just all mediocre. They threw in a Christmas song at the end and I think it's pretty obvious that they were trying to repeat the success of "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Meet Me in St. Louis&lt;/span&gt;, but they failed miserably. I usually just fast-forward over that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite things about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In the Good Old Summertime&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- The out of control flailing during "I Don't Care."&lt;br /&gt;- The extremely creepy guy in the barbershop quartet. You'll know what I'm talking about when you see it.&lt;br /&gt;- Everything Judy does while singing "Put Your Arms Around Me Honey."&lt;br /&gt;- Basically the whole scene in the restaurant with Mr. Larkin bugging Miss Fisher. Especially the look on her face when he calls her an old maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's required that I mention that it is in fact Liza Minnelli in the last scene. I always thought she looked rather bewildered and unresponsive. I don't think anyone would have guessed at that time that she'd go on to be successful in the entertainment industry.</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-good-old-summertime.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-1394677406827536850</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Dec 2007 00:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-13T20:33:11.280-06:00</atom:updated><title>Classic Christmas Films</title><description>One of my favorite things about Christmas is the movies I get to watch. The ones I feel stupid watching during the rest of the year. Here's a run down of my favorite Christmas movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0047673/"&gt;White Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - it doesn't get much better than &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;White Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. Two guys come home from the war, find success in show business, meet some talented girls, and save Christmas. Their incredible Christmas spirit even causes it to snow. Amazing. I recommend watching the DVD with audio commentary by Rosemary Clooney. She's a good time. And now, my favorite things about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;White Christmas&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bing Crosby and his incredibly corny lines such as, "You might have been stuck with this weirdsmobile for life!" and, "An egg? Brother, you laid a Vermont volleyball!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fabulous Christmas dresses at the end. I want one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the end when Betty gives Bob the knight on the horse figure. I have to say that for most of my life (until a few years ago) I had no idea what she gave to him. But don't worry, I get it now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8YhTKiFEMAg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8YhTKiFEMAg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0041473/"&gt;Holiday Affair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - it's a little more obscure and that's what I like it. Janet Leigh is a widow with a young son who has a run in with a store clerk played by Robert Mitchum (yes, a strange choice for a romantic lead). Despite her best efforts (and those of her lame steady beau, Carl) Robert Mitchum won't leave her alone and he forms a bond with the son. It's a just a fun movie. The terribly unfortunate thing is it's not yet out on DVD. Luckily, TCM will be showing it on December 23rd at 9pm and the 24th at 12:45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R2HqWh8-9fI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9jVxAMlrzBA/s1600-h/miracleon34thSt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R2HqWh8-9fI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9jVxAMlrzBA/s200/miracleon34thSt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143649922225993202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0039628/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Miracle on 34th Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I didn't see this movie 'till I was older, during my Maureen O'Hara phase, but it's wonderful.  Natalie Wood is especially adorable. It's happy and funny with a love story and some Santa Clause action. The interesting about this film is it was released in theaters in May. The studio believed more people would see movies in the summer so they advertised it without letting on that it was a Christmas movie. Fascinating logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0037059/"&gt;Meet Me in St. Louis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0041507/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In the Good Old Summertime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - I'm putting these together because they're both Judy Garland movies and neither of them are technically Christmas movies. They both start in the summer, but end in Christmas, so you're filled with the Christmas spirit when they're over. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In the Good Old Summertime&lt;/span&gt; will be on TCM on Christmas Eve at 8:45am and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Meet Me in St. Louis&lt;/span&gt; will be on TCM December 16 at 7pm and Christmas Day at 1:15am (if you're waiting up for Santa!).</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2007/12/classic-christmas-films.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-8560788943576381422</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 18:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-13T12:59:28.291-06:00</atom:updated><title>Meet Me in St. Louis Weekend</title><description>Last weekend was all about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Meet Me in St. Louis&lt;/span&gt;. It doesn’t get much better than that, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, I had the pleasure of seeing it on stage for my &lt;a href="http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/meet-me-in-st-louis.html"&gt;company Christmas party&lt;/a&gt; at the Drury Lane Theatre in Oak Brook. It wasn’t as good as the movie, of course, but it wasn’t a total slander on Judy Garland’s legacy, like I was afraid it might be. The girl who played Esther was decent, not amazing, but she sang well. I was slightly disappointed with the girl who played Tootie, but really for a child she was quite good. I’m just used to Margaret O’Brien being completely brilliant and hilarious in the movie. No one can really compare to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept the script basically the same as the movie. They only removed a couple of fabulous lines such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: My dear, when you get to be my age, you'll find there are more important things in life than boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie: Well, another Halloween, we’re all a year older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are classics! But whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also added some dreadful songs. I could have done without them. But it’s possible that the songs from the movie are dreadful as well, and I’m just used to them so I don’t notice. But I don’t really think so. The whole second act was basically new songs except for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. I understand that there really aren’t many songs in the second half, but for heaven’s sake, write some decent ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the story is so good that you really can’t go wrong. Overall, I would give it a B. I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, two short days later, I got to see the movie in my favorite movie theater! It was glorious. Even though I’ve seen it hundreds of times, it feels new when you see it on the big screen. It confirmed my suspicions that this may be the perfect movie. It’s funny, it’s touching, it has songs, and a disturbed 5 year old who kills off her dolls. Perfection.</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2007/12/meet-me-in-st-louis-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493797586469318592.post-3309777550145168888</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2007 18:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-27T12:56:19.807-06:00</atom:updated><title>Judy Meets Julie</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R0xiVETqLwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/C2jjGreLPXg/s1600-h/judymeetsjulie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 5px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b_FdIfDlS5M/R0xiVETqLwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/C2jjGreLPXg/s400/judymeetsjulie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137589388995866370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is something mildly disturbing on iTunes. It's called &lt;a href="http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?id=264619339&amp;s=143441"&gt;Judy Garland Meets Julie Andrews&lt;/a&gt;. Yeah, it's a CD with some random Judy Garland and Julie Andrews songs all mixed together. I'm not sure what to make of it. First, the cover is beyond disturbing. Second, despite the fact that they happen to be my two favorite movie people, I'm not sure that my Judy Garland world should ever collide with my Julie Andrews world. It just doesn't feel right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other Judy news, this is a pretty interesting article about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,1569872,00.html"&gt;Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's been through many incarnations. I, of course, am loyal to the Judy version. I hate when they sing the line about hanging the star on the highest bough. Seriously. This article was showed to me by the guy at work that's planning our &lt;a href="http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2007/02/meet-me-in-st-louis.html"&gt;Christmas party&lt;/a&gt; where we will be enjoying Meet Me in St. Louis on stage. I think he wanted to "warn" me that we're going to sing this song at the party, but we're singing "if the Lord allows" instead of "if the fates allow." He knows I'm the only person that would probably even notice. That was very thoughtful of him. I love my Christian workplace!</description><link>http://50yearstoolate.blogspot.com/2007/11/judy-meets-julie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author></item></channel></rss>
