I love the cute thing Ginger does at the very end--slumping as she is walking off set.
Currently watching: Roxie Hart
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Deleted Charleston Sequence from, "Roxie Hart"
Sunday, May 27, 2007
"L'important C'est D'aimer"
The film that opened up my eyes to Romy Schneider's unbelievable beauty and talent. It is not my first Romy film ("The Trial" was BUT I didn't know who she was at the time and my focus was on Jeanne Moreau. I do remember how taken I was with Romy's charm and smile. She had this child-like quality. ... You can read all about that in one of my earlier blogs).
It's a tough film to watch. It's raw and vulnerable. Just like Romy.
The third clip is my favorite scene in the film. The second clip comes in at a close second.
It's a tough film to watch. It's raw and vulnerable. Just like Romy.
The third clip is my favorite scene in the film. The second clip comes in at a close second.
Currently watching: Top Hat
Saturday, May 26, 2007
T-Mobile Commercial
One of my favorite commercials. Rachael Harris is great.
Currently watching: Crackerjack
Thursday, May 24, 2007
A Little Edie Fashion Show
from: "The Beales of Grey Gardens"
Currenlty watching: The Beales of Grey Gardens
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
My First Name
from: http://www.kabalarians.com/index.cfm
Although the name L creates an interest in the deeper aspects of life, we emphasize that it causes procrastination, lack of confidence, and the inability to realize your goals and ambitions.
This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the heart, lungs, bronchial area, and fluid systems.
Your first name of L has made you a sociable person who appreciates the beauties of nature and the refinements of life, and is moved by music and the arts.
You are very idealistic and romantic within yourself and may have tried to express your beautiful thoughts through poetry or writing.
Crudeness and vulgarity are very repulsive to you and you are very particular about little things.
You suffer greatly with lack of confidence and self-consciousness.
You crave affection and understanding, yet because you can be so easily and deeply hurt, you have learned to keep your true nature hidden; therefore people do not really know you.
You always wonder if you are doing the right thing, desiring to express yourself but afraid to.
Is it crazy that I totally agree with this? Well, all except the "sociable" part. Whoa...
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Poetry-Time Cafe with Friedrich Schiller (sort of)
THE IDEAL
Extinguished are the clear bright suns
That lit my youthful path.
Vanished are all the high ideals
That filled my loving heart . . . . . .
Well...I don't have the whole poem of "Die Ideale." This tiny section I got from Lilli Palmer's autobiography. It was one of her dad's favorite poems. I've had no luck in my search for the rest of it. But, I like what I have...
BUT! At 7:42 PM (the same night), a myspace friend, Senol, sent me the whole thing:
The Ideals
And wilt thou, faithless one, then, leave me,
With all thy magic phantasy,--
With all the thoughts that joy or grieve me,
Wilt thou with all forever fly?
Can naught delay thine onward motion,
Thou golden time of life's young dream?
In vain! eternity's wide ocean
Ceaselessly drowns thy rolling stream.
The glorious suns my youth enchanting
Have set in never-ending night;
Those blest ideals now are wanting
That swelled my heart with mad delight.
The offspring of my dream hath perished,
My faith in being passed away;
The godlike hopes that once I cherish
Are now reality's sad prey.
As once Pygmalion, fondly yearning,
Embraced the statue formed by him,
Till the cold marble's cheeks were burning,
And life diffused through every limb,
So I, with youthful passion fired,
My longing arms round Nature threw,
Till, clinging to my breast inspired,
She 'gan to breathe, to kindle too.
And all my fiery ardor proving,
Though mute, her tale she soon could tell,
Returned each kiss I gave her loving,
The throbbings of my heart read well.
Then living seemed each tree, each flower,
Then sweetly sang the waterfall,
And e'en the soulless in that hour
Shared in the heavenly bliss of all.
For then a circling world was bursting
My bosom's narrow prison-cell,
To enter into being thirsting,
In deed, word, shape, and sound as well.
This world, how wondrous great I deemed it,
Ere yet its blossoms could unfold!
When open, oh, how little seemed it!
That little, oh, how mean and cold!
How happy, winged by courage daring,
The youth life's mazy path first pressed--
No care his manly strength impairing,
And in his dream's sweet vision blest!
The dimmest star in air's dominion
Seemed not too distant for his flight;
His young and ever-eager pinion
Soared far beyond all mortal sight.
Thus joyously toward heaven ascending,
Was aught for his bright hopes too far?
The airy guides his steps attending,
How danced they round life's radiant car!
Soft love was there, her guerdon bearing,
And fortune, with her crown of gold,
And fame, her starry chaplet wearing,
And truth, in majesty untold.
But while the goal was yet before them,
The faithless guides began to stray;
Impatience of their task came o'er them,
Then one by one they dropped away.
Light-footed Fortune first retreating,
Then Wisdom's thirst remained unstilled,
While heavy storms of doubt were beating
Upon the path truth's radiance filled.
I saw Fame's sacred wreath adorning
The brows of an unworthy crew;
And, ah! how soon Love's happy morning,
When spring had vanished, vanished too!
More silent yet, and yet more weary,
Became the desert path I trod;
And even hope a glimmer dreary
Scarce cast upon the gloomy road.
Of all that train, so bright with gladness,
Oh, who is faithful to the end?
Who now will seek to cheer my sadness,
And to the grave my steps attend?
Thou, Friendship, of all guides the fairest,
Who gently healest every wound;
Who all life's heavy burdens sharest,
Thou, whom I early sought and found!
Employment too, thy loving neighbor,
Who quells the bosom's rising storms;
Who ne'er grows weary of her labor,
And ne'er destroys, though slow she forms;
Who, though but grains of sand she places
To swell eternity sublime,
Yet minutes, days, ay! years effaces
From the dread reckoning kept by Time!
How lovely is that?
Now, I want to try to get my hands on the translation that Lilli had in her book...
Extinguished are the clear bright suns
That lit my youthful path.
Vanished are all the high ideals
That filled my loving heart . . . . . .
Well...I don't have the whole poem of "Die Ideale." This tiny section I got from Lilli Palmer's autobiography. It was one of her dad's favorite poems. I've had no luck in my search for the rest of it. But, I like what I have...
BUT! At 7:42 PM (the same night), a myspace friend, Senol, sent me the whole thing:
The Ideals
And wilt thou, faithless one, then, leave me,
With all thy magic phantasy,--
With all the thoughts that joy or grieve me,
Wilt thou with all forever fly?
Can naught delay thine onward motion,
Thou golden time of life's young dream?
In vain! eternity's wide ocean
Ceaselessly drowns thy rolling stream.
The glorious suns my youth enchanting
Have set in never-ending night;
Those blest ideals now are wanting
That swelled my heart with mad delight.
The offspring of my dream hath perished,
My faith in being passed away;
The godlike hopes that once I cherish
Are now reality's sad prey.
As once Pygmalion, fondly yearning,
Embraced the statue formed by him,
Till the cold marble's cheeks were burning,
And life diffused through every limb,
So I, with youthful passion fired,
My longing arms round Nature threw,
Till, clinging to my breast inspired,
She 'gan to breathe, to kindle too.
And all my fiery ardor proving,
Though mute, her tale she soon could tell,
Returned each kiss I gave her loving,
The throbbings of my heart read well.
Then living seemed each tree, each flower,
Then sweetly sang the waterfall,
And e'en the soulless in that hour
Shared in the heavenly bliss of all.
For then a circling world was bursting
My bosom's narrow prison-cell,
To enter into being thirsting,
In deed, word, shape, and sound as well.
This world, how wondrous great I deemed it,
Ere yet its blossoms could unfold!
When open, oh, how little seemed it!
That little, oh, how mean and cold!
How happy, winged by courage daring,
The youth life's mazy path first pressed--
No care his manly strength impairing,
And in his dream's sweet vision blest!
The dimmest star in air's dominion
Seemed not too distant for his flight;
His young and ever-eager pinion
Soared far beyond all mortal sight.
Thus joyously toward heaven ascending,
Was aught for his bright hopes too far?
The airy guides his steps attending,
How danced they round life's radiant car!
Soft love was there, her guerdon bearing,
And fortune, with her crown of gold,
And fame, her starry chaplet wearing,
And truth, in majesty untold.
But while the goal was yet before them,
The faithless guides began to stray;
Impatience of their task came o'er them,
Then one by one they dropped away.
Light-footed Fortune first retreating,
Then Wisdom's thirst remained unstilled,
While heavy storms of doubt were beating
Upon the path truth's radiance filled.
I saw Fame's sacred wreath adorning
The brows of an unworthy crew;
And, ah! how soon Love's happy morning,
When spring had vanished, vanished too!
More silent yet, and yet more weary,
Became the desert path I trod;
And even hope a glimmer dreary
Scarce cast upon the gloomy road.
Of all that train, so bright with gladness,
Oh, who is faithful to the end?
Who now will seek to cheer my sadness,
And to the grave my steps attend?
Thou, Friendship, of all guides the fairest,
Who gently healest every wound;
Who all life's heavy burdens sharest,
Thou, whom I early sought and found!
Employment too, thy loving neighbor,
Who quells the bosom's rising storms;
Who ne'er grows weary of her labor,
And ne'er destroys, though slow she forms;
Who, though but grains of sand she places
To swell eternity sublime,
Yet minutes, days, ay! years effaces
From the dread reckoning kept by Time!
How lovely is that?
Now, I want to try to get my hands on the translation that Lilli had in her book...
A Very Special Aquarian
from: http://www.cainer.com/ (click the "About your friend" link)
LL is the last of the great eccentrics. The funny thing is, she doesn't know it. She thinks her behaviour is perfectly normal. She sees herself as a pillar of propriety and a paragon of protocol. L has strong views about every topic under the sun. There's not a subject she doesn't know about or a moral point she can't pontificate on. L is entitled to be a little arrogant. She knows an awful lot about an awful lot of things. She is well versed, well rehearsed, and deeply immersed in the kind of knowledge that we lesser mortals can only dream of attaining. Thankfully, she is there to shed the light and show the way. This, she does generously and patiently, as befits a person of superior intellect. LL is wise, intelligent and (thankfully) oblivious to irony.
Or, at least, that's how LL is, at her worst. She can't help it. She's an Aquarian and Aquarians are infamous for their occasional outbursts of pomposity. Happily there is another truly delightful side to her. L is as honest as the day is long, as generous as the ocean is deep. This is partly where the eccentricity comes from, for a person with such strong opinions L is surprisingly willing to please. She is keen to win friends and influence people. She loves to feel that she belongs. She always wants to be in on the action, part of the scene and one of the gang. Rather like Groucho Marx though, she is never sure that she would want to be part of any club that would member. She is always on the lookout for some new cause to support, or enterprise to sign up to. You might think that this would make her fickle but actually L is exceedingly loyal. She may be forever expanding her horizons but she never forgets her friends and she never reneges on her commitments. This is why, despite the highly idiosyncratic nature of L's personality, so many people think the world of her.
LL is the last of the great eccentrics. The funny thing is, she doesn't know it. She thinks her behaviour is perfectly normal. She sees herself as a pillar of propriety and a paragon of protocol. L has strong views about every topic under the sun. There's not a subject she doesn't know about or a moral point she can't pontificate on. L is entitled to be a little arrogant. She knows an awful lot about an awful lot of things. She is well versed, well rehearsed, and deeply immersed in the kind of knowledge that we lesser mortals can only dream of attaining. Thankfully, she is there to shed the light and show the way. This, she does generously and patiently, as befits a person of superior intellect. LL is wise, intelligent and (thankfully) oblivious to irony.
Or, at least, that's how LL is, at her worst. She can't help it. She's an Aquarian and Aquarians are infamous for their occasional outbursts of pomposity. Happily there is another truly delightful side to her. L is as honest as the day is long, as generous as the ocean is deep. This is partly where the eccentricity comes from, for a person with such strong opinions L is surprisingly willing to please. She is keen to win friends and influence people. She loves to feel that she belongs. She always wants to be in on the action, part of the scene and one of the gang. Rather like Groucho Marx though, she is never sure that she would want to be part of any club that would member. She is always on the lookout for some new cause to support, or enterprise to sign up to. You might think that this would make her fickle but actually L is exceedingly loyal. She may be forever expanding her horizons but she never forgets her friends and she never reneges on her commitments. This is why, despite the highly idiosyncratic nature of L's personality, so many people think the world of her.
Hm...a pillar of propriety and a paragon of protocol? A little arrogant? Knows a lot about a lot of things? Oblivous to irony? Occasional outbursts of pomposity? Really? Uh...
BUT---
The rest sounds fine...=P
Currently watching: Hiroshima, Mon Amour
Monday, May 21, 2007
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Branagh's, "As You Like It"
Yes! One of my favorite Shakespeare comedies. I'm looking forward to seeing this, tremendously.
Musical Stylings with The Ebersole
In honor of The Ebersole gettin' a Tony nod for her work in GREY GARDENS...
Monday, May 14, 2007
THE LIGHT IN THE PIAZZA
Another one of my favorite shows. The show just closed in Costa Mesa tonight. So, in hommage to a show full of depth and provoking thought and love here is a video montage:
Currently watching: The Long Dark Hall
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Self-Affirming Words and a Bit of Wisdom from The Andreas (as in Christine Andreas=)
Abundance
Grace
Gratitude
Worthiness
also:
"Listen to your instincts (instinct is the highest form of intelligence)"
"Love and fear cannot coexist"
She's some lady.
Currently listening to: Caroline, or Change (2004 Original Broadway Cast)
Grace
Gratitude
Worthiness
also:
"Listen to your instincts (instinct is the highest form of intelligence)"
"Love and fear cannot coexist"
She's some lady.
Currently listening to: Caroline, or Change (2004 Original Broadway Cast)
Monday, May 7, 2007
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