Sim1A Filler Post (in which we talk about cruise ships and things)
April 7th 2011 20:46
Yes, yes, yes, I know, dear readers!
There hasn't been much fishiness from Fish on Film Headquarters lately.
But we've been busy, you see. There are boxes to be packed! FoF HQ is moving home.
After a five year absence; spent travelling the world, living in Australia, visiting Japan, Malaysia, Fiji, Hong Kong and LA; and watching an abhorrent amount of movies on all those plane journeys, Sim1 of FoF is returning 'home' to the only place in the world to be: Sussex, England.
So, after that elaborate, yet poetic, excuse, I hope you will bear with me and please, Orble, don't shut this blog down.
I know I promised, dear readers, that I would review all the films I am watching as part of my uni course. But the last one was 'Now, Voyager'. And I don't remember much about it, as I had to be intoxicated to sit through it and I, by no means, advocate alcoholism! Only us artists and blog writers get away with that.
Yes, yes, it was a romantic film, I guess. It was sad, too. And there was no happy ending as such. It was tragic, in fact. It had an average-looking girl being bullied by her mother. She enjoys a brief fling on a cruise ship at the age of 17. Mother goes mental, daughter is subsequently forced to lock herself in her room and secretly smoke roll-ups into her bin. Along comes the family doctor (or some such quack) and orders her into a clinic for the feeble-minded. Upon her release, she is sent aboard another cruise ship (to relive happy memories, presumably). There history repeats itself (hell, it was made in 1942-Hollywood, so of course it does!) and she falls for Paul Henreid. Who, incidentally is portraying an (unhappily) married man, although you may know him from 'Casablanca'.
Of course, affairs and misdemeanours were not allowed on celluloid in the pre-war days, so all that is left for our leading ugly duckling is to dream of the dude she loves and who loves her...
'Oh Jerry, don't let's ask for the moon. We have the stars.'
I am not even going to recount the amazingly far fetched storyline through which Bette Davis and Paul Henreid cross paths again.
Let me just say, I liked it. It did everything it said on the tin- it's a melodrama.
Bette Davis, bless her soul, didn't quite match up to her contemporary starlets lookswise; but that woman, with her sad eyes, had more glamour than the rest of them put together.
If you have seen 'Now, Voyager' and you do not agree with me, drink a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc (Marlborough is best) and watch it again.
There hasn't been much fishiness from Fish on Film Headquarters lately.
But we've been busy, you see. There are boxes to be packed! FoF HQ is moving home.
After a five year absence; spent travelling the world, living in Australia, visiting Japan, Malaysia, Fiji, Hong Kong and LA; and watching an abhorrent amount of movies on all those plane journeys, Sim1 of FoF is returning 'home' to the only place in the world to be: Sussex, England.
So, after that elaborate, yet poetic, excuse, I hope you will bear with me and please, Orble, don't shut this blog down.
Yes, yes, it was a romantic film, I guess. It was sad, too. And there was no happy ending as such. It was tragic, in fact. It had an average-looking girl being bullied by her mother. She enjoys a brief fling on a cruise ship at the age of 17. Mother goes mental, daughter is subsequently forced to lock herself in her room and secretly smoke roll-ups into her bin. Along comes the family doctor (or some such quack) and orders her into a clinic for the feeble-minded. Upon her release, she is sent aboard another cruise ship (to relive happy memories, presumably). There history repeats itself (hell, it was made in 1942-Hollywood, so of course it does!) and she falls for Paul Henreid. Who, incidentally is portraying an (unhappily) married man, although you may know him from 'Casablanca'.
Of course, affairs and misdemeanours were not allowed on celluloid in the pre-war days, so all that is left for our leading ugly duckling is to dream of the dude she loves and who loves her...
'Oh Jerry, don't let's ask for the moon. We have the stars.'
I am not even going to recount the amazingly far fetched storyline through which Bette Davis and Paul Henreid cross paths again.
Let me just say, I liked it. It did everything it said on the tin- it's a melodrama.
Bette Davis, bless her soul, didn't quite match up to her contemporary starlets lookswise; but that woman, with her sad eyes, had more glamour than the rest of them put together.
If you have seen 'Now, Voyager' and you do not agree with me, drink a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc (Marlborough is best) and watch it again.
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