Ingrid Bergman 29/08/15 - 29/08/82


This is probably my favourite photograph of her. I hope there is no need to explain why.

When I was a teenager I saw every English language film Ingrid Bergman made from Intermezzo to The Inn of the Sixth Happiness (with the exception of either Rage in Heaven or Adam Had Four Sons, I can’t remember which) and I have seen the majority of the films she made thereafter.

I had never seen even a glimpse of her pre-Hollywood Swedish or German films until I found clips on YouTube. I love the Internet at times like these when the kindness of strangers results in the sharing of rare things.

I chose the second clip of Die Vier Gesellen because it shows Ingrid making sandwiches which I guess is something she loved to do. I hope it wasn’t just the cleaning she liked: This excerpt from Isabella Rossellini’s memoir, Some of Me, is hilarious

Second to acting, Mother loved cleaning, which is not to say she loved even that above me. I’m sure she loved me more than cleaning, but what made her happiest was combining the two. We cleaned together.

She was beautiful. At times breathtakingly so. She was a little gawky and she was very tall (and naturally perfect to play The Small Woman). In the clips from Die Vier Gesellen, she is considerably taller than her female co-stars which is not reflected in this programme cover:

Great play is made of her lack of make-up in her US films and her naturalness. I think the difference between tweaked and left alone is startling in the following two images from the same period:

I recognise now that I had a huge crush on her when I was a teen. She was gorgeous and charming. What’s not to crush on?

I’m not sure about her acting ability although I am hypercritical about people who I like a lot and so tend to over-analyse their performances. However, she was mesmerizing in Casablanca and Notorious and I love her “little brown babies” turn in Murder on the Orient Express (not that it was Oscar worthy!). Many of her films I have long since forgotten the detail of them. What was Saratoga Trunk about? I know I have seen For Whom the Bell Tolls but I can’t remember anything at all about it. The Bells of St Mary’s made me feel queasy, I remember that. Gaslight is a glossy version of the superior British film. Spellbound is excellent while Notorious is a top-notch gripping Hitchcock. The US films she made immediately after her Rossellini hiatus are awful. She must be the only triple Oscar to not actually deserve any of them - I mean Anastasia… She wasn’t even nominated for Notorious which is quite probably her greatest performance. She was nominated for For Whom the Bell Tolls and not for Casablanca. Wev! Oscars mean squat.

She died on her 67th birthday after suffering for many years with breast cancer. I was very upset.

Hmm, glasses.

A woman who enjoyed life.

Oh my.


More Penny




More Penny, originally uploaded by grange85.

Awwww


Penny




Penny, originally uploaded by moley75.

It’s hard to take good pictures of a cat in artificial light with a nearly black face.

Anyway, this is Penny, our new cat and my first ever kitten.


Random BtVS screencap #16



Ahem


Right now if you type after ellen or afterellen or “afterellen” or, even, “after ellen” in Google the top result is After Elton. Seriously.

Google, I wanted this.


Not victim blaming


When one cabinet minister suggested a curfew on women to deal with an outbreak of assaults on women at night, Golda countered, “But it’s the men who are attacking the women. If there’s to be a curfew,” she decreed, “let the men stay at home.”

Burkett, E., 2008. Golda, New York, HarperCollins, p.247


Meryl Streep


While I was browsing for Mamma Mia! pictures I came across these two photos of Meryl Streep. Enough said.

Thanks for these and the Judy Davis photo to the drama girl.


People I admire (and who happen to be left-handed) #3


Judy Davis is one of my favourite actors and has been ever since My Brilliant Career. She exudes intelligence and poise.

Her best performances include A Passage to India, High Tide, Impromptu, Barton Fink and Life With Judy Garland.

This picture was taken outside court during a recent libel case so I guess she is under stress but I think she looks splendiferous.


If you ain’t eatin’ Wham, you ain’t eatin’ ham!


Mamma Mia!

I went to see this film with my mum and I suspect that I’m not the only one to do so. The last film I went to see with my mum was Titanic and I suspect the audience in the cinema then was the same composition as this one: overwhelmingly female.

Mammia Mia! is not a good film and for the first twenty minutes or so I was frozen in my seat thinking “why am I here? why? why?” Then there was the exhilarating “Dancing Queen” which culminated with the cast dancing on the dock and I told myself to just let go. So I did and from then on it was an enjoyable film.

The ending made me sigh more than a little (not the very ending in all its campy glory which was fabulous) because I really dislike happy endings equals weddings. In this case it didn’t matter who got married it just equals happiness.

Christine Baranski was the highlight for me. I have liked her since she consistently stole the show from Cybill Shepherd and she was made to sing “Does Your Mother Know?” Meryl Streep was just great - she is one of the greats and certainly doesn’t lack humour. I must defend Pierce Brosnan’s voice. He can’t sing too well but he’ll never be as bad as Ewan “foghorn” McGregor.

The only feminist thing about this film is the fact it was directed, written, produced, edited and designed by women.

Spider-Man 3

Bloody hell. I appreciate this film was going for the humour but it missed by miles. The clues were in the secretary’s buzzing of JJ and in the comedy French maĆ®tre d’ but the nadir was Peter “Saturday Night Fever” Parker and that awful, awful “Fever” dance scene.

The humour wasn’t the worst thing about it. There was also the coincidence strewn plot: without knowing Venom’s back story just how is the casual viewer supposed to know Eddie Block was a Catholic but even knowing that doesn’t explain what Spidey was doing in the church tower. There were too many villains, Peter and MJ’s relationship was painful and useless and the acting was abysmal (except Bryce Dallas Howard and Thomas Haden Church).

And it was interminable and it had a retcon and it was rubbish.

Mr Blandings Builds His Dream Home

Often comedies of stupid behaviour strain my own considerable good humour but this I loved. It helps when it is impeccably played by Cary Grant (surely the best re-actor ever), Myrna Loy (and her big nose) and Melvyn Douglas (who I feel I have neglected).

It is daft and the characters are really too stupid to be successful at anything but it made me smile and laugh throughout. It slipped in a bit of preachiness re housing near the end but I’ll forgive it as I will forgive Melvin Frank and Norman Panama for letting Mr B tell Mrs B to be quiet for doing something as daft as all the other things he had been doing throughout.

Crash

I saw this ages ago but I don’t have too much coherent to write about it. It was heavy-handed and not that clever. I resent Matt Dillon’s character doing heroic things as if it redeems his rape of Thandie Newton’s character (a repulsive and stomach churning scene). Is it stretching to make the comparison with a soldier who is as brave as anything in the field but who rapes women the next day? Does risking your life for another cancel out other morally repugnant behaviour? I don’t think so but I’m not great on really deep thoughts.

Not Matt but Ryan.


Happy birthday to Kate Bush - 50 today