Last night I stumbled across a 1930’s King Vidor movie online and watched in amusement how glaringly foreign the dialect and gender roles were back then:
“Will you dahling? Will you? Oh, won’t you stay a moment more? If we’ve to part again, I just couldn’t bear it. You cahn’t give me up.” **drivel, cry, faint**
Heavens to mergatroid, the innocence. How times have changed. Bittersweet pills for those who relish an era that is forever gone, never to be reclaimed. Although it wasn’t the greatest movie on the planet, it made me think of my grandma. She was absolutely Obsessed with Jeannette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy, so they were always at the top of the agenda when I visited her during the summer. “Wouldn’t you like to watch a MacDonald/Eddy movie?” On a scale of 1-10, I was usually a lukewarm 5, but I always overcompensated with bubbly enthusiasm…and never regretted it. I miss you gramma…
Priceless. Is……oh, I don’t know…..talent required for movies today? Or are scandal-saturated headlines and cheap publicity good enough? …okay, don’t answer that.