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Thursday, August 31, 2006

I wanted to go back and see them together with me not watching. I wanted to know.

They don't write deliciously Oedipal voice-over like that anymore. The line is from one of my favorite movies, the luscious and weird Gilda (1946). The man pronouncing these sticky words is Glen Ford, discussing the urge he has to see his ex-lover and her new husband when they are alone. Sadly Glen Ford just died and even more sadly the New York Times obituary has the temerity to say nasty things about the movie, which is one of those pictures that captures something essential about movie-ness- the complete strangeness, the uncanny world that of sound stage Buenos Aires, the exquisite beauty and the characters who always have the perfect zingers at the tips of their tongues.

It's going to be a damp weekend here on the East Coast. I suggest indulging in a little Ford tribute.

This has been a bad week for movie lovers, since Joseph Sefano, the man who wrote Psycho, also died.

posted by Elise at 8:58 AM

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2 Comments:

Sally said...

Can't believe you know about Gilda! I must have seen that movie half a dozen times. Needless to say, at age abt 12, I thought Rita Hayworth and Glenn Ford the two most glamorous people in the world!

9/02/2006 6:56 PM

Elise said...

You mean they aren't?

9/02/2006 7:22 PM

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