Thursday, 25 February 2010
They Don't Make Them Like That Any More . . .
I idly picked up an old copy of the magazine "Evergreen" this morning and came across an article about Danny Kaye, and then a short piece about Humphrey Bogart and all of a sudden I was taken back to my childhood, when old - often black and white - films were shown regularly on tv. Recently I have had a huge urge to watch them all again: the "Road" films with Bob Hope and Bing Crosby and Dorothy Lamour; Bob Hope in The Paleface with Jane Russell, where he accidentally inhales laughing gas (used by dentists then); Danny Kaye in The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, Hans Christian Anderson and White Christmas (did you know the MGM made him dye his hair red after he refused to have a nose job? They wanted him to look less Jewish . . .); Donald O'Connor and Francis the Talking Mule, dancing up walls and over sofas and co-starring with Fred Astaire in Singing in the Rain. Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers - need I say more? I am just enjoying them in Too Hot To Handle over on YouTube, but I appear to be too dozy to give you a link . . . Gosh but they could dance . . .
Then there was my favourite, Gone With the Wind with the stunning Vivien Leigh as Scarlett and rogueish "I don't give a damn" Clark Gable; June Allyson as tomboy Jo in Little Women and Norma Shearer as Elizabeth Barrett and the odious Charles Laughton as her father in The Barretts of Wimpole Street, and their servant who goes across behind the sofa as if she is on wheels! Bogart and Hepburn in the African Queen, Doris Day in Calamity Jane (we still have that on video) and of course the incomporable Bogart in Casablanca (I have that too). Play it again, Sam . . .
Many thanks to the Doris Day website from which I copied the photo at the top.