I have had a...let's say, 'dramatic' relationship with my daughter since the time she hit puberty until she moved to De Sout'.
I guess it's true that absence makes the heart grow fonder, because since that time we get along great. (And to my vast amusement, she has turned into a huge Star Trek geek in her old age. She used to be so embarrassed that I liked 'such a totally uncool thing' when she was younger. HA.)
Well today she gave me the best gift - after a long discussion about who was the best Trek captain -
Kirk will always be My Captain, but Janeway didn't break the Prime Directive every other episode, nor did she go around screwing everything in the damn galaxy.
- she gave me an account on her HBO Max account!
Did I hit Turner Classic Movies first thing? LIKE THE FIST OF AN ANGRY GOD!
Man I have missed my Turner Classic! The first thing I did after The Biker insisted on getting us hooked into the channel, which he did with ill grace and lots of swearing because he and The Future are enemies, I landed on 'After The Thin Man' and watched it hard! I had a huge grin on my face the whole time! Jimmy Stewart in one of his rare 'screen heavy' roles! Asta and Mrs. Asta! The sets! The clothes! Myrna Loy and William Powell! Heaven!!!
Back when there was still such a thing as True Elegance, Myrna Loy had that shit sewn up. Her costumes in this movie are astounding!
Now I am about ready to cue up 'Blazing Saddles'! Next? 'The Producers'! Next? 'The Penalty'! Next? 'M'! Next? 'Metropolis'! Next? 'A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum!' Do you have any must-see suggestions? Do tell down in the comment lounge!
When my mother was young, she was an usherette in one of the grand movie palaces in New York. Yup, my young, sparkling, beautiful mother in a domino hat with a tassel, a flirty little skirt, mesh stockings and a majorette jacket!
Not her, but you get the idea. Imagine a gorgeous Greek girl with amazing black hair, legs for miles, a cute figure; and all in navy blue with gold trim and high heels. That was my mom.
She was a past master of Hollywood lore and had seen everything, starting with the very first silent films (back when you had to scrounge a penny selling old bottles to see 15 minutes of film shown on a white sheet in an alley.) She hung around the silents so much that she attracted the notice of a moviemaker, and had been scouted to be in an early 'Kiddie Kast' movie - she was a beautiful child, too. No, she didn't get a role. Her mother forbade it, and after knowing how Shirley Temple and other child actors were treated back in those days, I'm glad.
Her and I used to watch all the old movies when they came on television, and she would even stay up with me until midnight for Sinister Cinema if they were going to play a movie with one of her favorite old time stars. She always carried a silk handkerchief with a lipstick kiss from Colleen Moore tucked into her purse for good luck all the years I knew her.
She taught me about plot, film techniques, directors, different genres, she filled me in on all the Looney Toons and Merry Melody 'in' jokes and references, introduced me to old radio shows, even took me to my first live stage play - All About Eve with Don Ameche and Ann B. Davis! She knew all the dirt, too. All that scandalous stuff coming out about old movie stars? I already knew it all by the time I was ten.
Yes, I am that cool, thanks to her.