Sweet Mary!

I've gotten slightly addicted to silent films in the past month or so. Here's an attenuated scene from My Best Girl, a Mary Pickford film. I was captivated by the art deco design on this chair and pulled my camera out to try to capture it. And then I got stuck on trying to take pictures of other key moments on screen.

Mary plays a destitute but spunky shopgirl named Maggie, lowbrow and ever so lovely. She hopes to win the heart of the new shopboy Joe, little realizing he is the heir to the department store fortune. He's undercover learning how to run the store from the ground up. While he has a lovely matching heiress he's engaged to in his 'real' life, Joe, though slow on the uptake, starts falling for already-smitten Maggie. They are walking home one night and Maggie spies a furniture store display of a happy mannequin family.

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And Maggie eyes Joe:

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Next Time: What a Dumb Boy Would Say, Even If He Is A Swell Fella

Complicated

Sigh. WELL. I had a request to update my blog. But I have nothing exciting to report, so I thought I'd post a picture of what WOULD be exciting.
I am spending a lot of hours at the office and then my home hours are spent staring at a wall and recuperating. There's a scene in Bridget Jones where she is envisioning dying alone and being eaten by wild dogs. That's my frame of mind this week. Self-pity, wallow, wallow....

Movie of the week: Little Caesar, 1931, Edward G. Robinson. Watch this and see the seedbed for every gangster/mob movie hereafter. You can feel the uneasy, yet giddy transition from silent to sound as gunshots explode without any music building the moment and victims fall with just the quiet frisson of old film as accompaniment.
Favorite, tight-lipped, muttered growl of a quote: I'm gonna get that square mug if it's the last thing I do!