I've noticed that many items on U-Toob (especially classic film clips, music, and such) tend to disappear rather quickly. Which means that our links to them become useless. I've had to go back and delete a lot of links from old posts. I think what I'll do now is tag these items as "U-Toob" posts, so I can more quickly find them again and see if the videos are still up. It'll reduce the number of dead links and confusing posts. So bear with me here, and enjoy these. While they last. (Almost looks like a NSFW Deadlicious post here.)
7/10/09
7/9/09
Staying Ahead of the Game
We try to stay prepared here at Starlet Showcase.
I like to stay a few days ahead of the game. Those
of you with blogs out there know what a pain it
can be sometimes. Anyway, I'm ahead this week.
If I get run over by a truck or something, y'all
won't know until a week from next Sunday.
(Of course, I often spontaneously post something, too. Like this.)
7/8/09
Liberté, égalité, décolletage!
So last night I watched Scaramouche (1952) on Turner Classic Movies, the best darn channel on all of television. The MGM Technicolor extravaganza plays fast and loose with French political history with British and American actors and actresses playing all the French folk. There is a lot of sword fighting and Robin Hood kind of adventure stuff. Much more importantly, wasp-waisted Janet Leigh can be seen in a number of remarkable dresses. And creamy Eleanor Parker dances, fights, and flirts in several delightful costumes. Poor Stewart Granger has to choose between them. Eleanor plays a bawdy, self-assured clown theatre actress. Janet plays a blonde damsel. For most of the film, Stewart Granger thinks he is Janet's illegitimate brother, which somewhat dampens his romantic interest in her. So he pursues Eleanor Parker. I don't have a problem with that (not that anyone asked me). Anyway, so that Stewart Granger would not end up sleeping with his sister, it turns out that Janet is in fact not related to Stewart, and they can live happily ever after. And Eleanor Parker, sexy, delicious, bawdy Eleanor, gets dumped. That I've got a problem with, but again no one asked me. Anyway, speaking of Stewart Granger and incest, I was reminded of his role as Old Testament dude Lot in Sodom and Gomorrah (1963). This time it's Twentieth Century-Fox who's playing fast and loose with the story. But this time good old Stewart chooses Pier Angeli (credited under her actual name Anna Maria Pierangeli), which is of course the correct choice. And she wears some nice outfits, too. Anyway, God (according to Genesis 19:13) decided to destroy the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah for their careless living, which apparently included non-vaginal sex and improprieties with barnyard animals (and stuff), but he let Stewart Granger, Pier Angeli, and Stewart's two grown daughters from a previous marriage walk away from the area before He blew everything up. And they, of course, had been warned not to look back at the burning cities. But Pier Angeli (Mrs. Lot), of course, looks back (I mean, who wouldn't?), and she is turned into a pillar of salt (don't ask). And Stewart Granger wanders out into the wilderness with his grown daughters, Shuah and Maleb, played respectively by Italian actresses Rossana Podestà and Claudia Mori. And the movie ends. But the story in Genesis doesn't end there with that cool pillar-of-salt trick. Instead, and this is where the incest rears its ugly head again, Shuah and Maleb, who aren't named in Genesis, get their father drunk and jump his bones, because they are under the false impression that he is the only sperm donor left alive on the planet. Anyway, both daughters get pregnant and so on, and one daughter's offspring become the nation of Moab, and the other one's offspring become the nation of Ammon. And the Quran (AKA Koran) doesn't believe any of this, and the Muslims call Lot "Lut," and say he would never have done that daughter thing. And so the Jewish world is p!ssed off at the Islamic world, which is p!ssed off at the Christian world. And it's all basically Stewart Granger's fault. You can't really blame him. I mean, Stewart Granger's real name was James Stewart, but when he came to Hollywood, he found that name was already taken, so he had to become "Stewart Granger," and that probably left a bad taste in his mouth, and so he disrupted the whole world's religious and philosophical balance. Which is no reason not to check out Janet Leigh's wonderful dresses in Scaramouche. (I'm thinking of maybe starting a Monumental Digression post category. I'm also thinking this post will get me on some religious fanatic's hit list. Alas!)
7/7/09
Cats were not made to be useful
I talk to my cats in a sort of enthusiastic baby-talk, like some people talk to their children. I talk to children like they were adults, and I know they usually appreciate it. And I talk to adults, well, I guess it depends on the adult. Some guys are really dense. Some chicks are really difficult to reach, communication-wise. I like people who are funny, which is not to say that I really like "funny people." No, so, anyway, I'm outside, sitting in a porch swing, soaking up some evening sunshine. And my cats are watching me intently from behind a screen, because they're indoor cats. And I didn't have my wristwatch on, so I asked them what time it was, and they can't tell time yet, and I'm not going to spend the rest of their lives and my life teaching them, and they have no idea what I'm babbling about, but they know I'm talking just to them, and they like that a lot. I also asked them what the 8 PM Stewart Granger movie on TCM was, and they couldn't answer that one either. It's Scaramouche (1952) with Eleanor Parker, who will be visiting Starlet Showcase next weekend. You'd think cats could say a word like "Scaramouche." Alas, they just enjoyed the conversation, as one-sided as it is sometimes. And I enjoyed the sun. Gotta go watch Stewart Granger and Eleanor Parker and Janet Leigh. Later...
(Pictures are from WannaSmile.)
Following the Followers
If I had one of them Follower widget thingies, it might look like this. Those things are kinda unpredictable and slow down the page loading, so I don't use them. At least not right now. Anyway, thanks for tagging along with me.
7/6/09
7/5/09
Las Chicas Bond
While I was out and about, searching for photos of Lois Chiles, I ran across the SuperMegapost de Las Chicas Bond page, which has oodles and gobs of Bond girl photos. Don't ask me who they all are; I haven't seen any of the newer Bonds.
7/4/09
Photoplay Fashion, July 1950
For you vintage fashion ladies.
Key words: Advance, apron, Burda, Butterick dress pattern, DuBarry, Hollywood, McCall vintage dress pattern, McCall's, Paris original, Photoplay, retro fashion, sewing pattern, Simplicity, vintage dress, vintage fashion, Vogue dress pattern, zippo lighter
A Matter of Tasty
I don't want to start a huge debate here or anything, but...
The dude that runs the She's Got Legs! blog is, of course, providing a valuable public service with his "no gimmicks, no pop-ups, no watermarkings" leg site, which he updates "almost daily" (bless him). Ya gotta respect him for his efforts. He's got modern ladies, full-color pictures, upskirts, lingerie, pantyhose, panties, string bikinis, the works! He gets lots more page hits than I do. I, myself, have even linked to his site before. The thing is that so many of those modern ladies seem to lack curves, basic muscle tone, shapely thighs, and, well, uh, hips! If ya know what I mean. Me, I like thighs. Every time I visit Kentucky Fried Chicken, I order thighs. Thighs are dark and juicy and tender. They go good with biscuits and gravy. I like 'em! And I'm not talking about fat birds here. I'm just talking about...uh...shape. Compare the photo of Gisele Bündchen above with the photo of Grace McDonald below. I mean, come on, Grace's legs beat Gisele's hands-down. For modern legs, definitely go visit She's Got Legs!. For some classic dames with classic gams, you can stick around here. Or, for the best of both worlds, bookmark both of us. Anybody that's ad-free is all right in my book.
I'm just saying...
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