Well, dear readers, we had an ever so sparklingly sparkling chat last night, with a lovely roomful of Hainsies/Kimlets all discoursing with élan and wit, not necessarily in that order. We talked about everything and then some. I must say that the most amusing thing about these chats is how abruptly people leave. We’re all chatting away and then suddenly someone says, “Got to go, bye” and out they go without so much as a by-your-leave or even a buy-your-leave. But, it was all just too too and fun fun.
But now I must hurry along because I must be in the Oaks of Sherman very soon. Last night I watched a DVD of Mr. Blake Edwards’ The Carey Treatment, which is part of that weird promo Blake Edwards box set I got. Unfortunately, it was a pan-and-scan of a scope film, so the quality sucked little green apples. I remember disliking the film when I saw it on its release. Mr. Edwards was on a downward spiral in his career, and The Carey Treatment still remains one of his worst films. It’s actually mind-boggling in its badness – although most of that can be blamed on the inept script. Still, I like James Coburn and Jennifer O’Neill, and a few of the other actors are good. Shockingly, Mr. Mancini did not do the film, just about the first time Mr. Edwards was without Mr. Mancini since the late fifties. The score, perfectly serviceable, was by Roy Budd. I must say, when Mr. Edwards is “on” he’s wonderful – there has been no one really better at shooting comedy in scope. But when he’s off, boy is he off – truly awful. But, I always like to give him the benefit of the doubt, and frankly, even in his worst there is usually a scene or two that makes me howl.
I also watched The Vampire Lovers, which I really like. It’s the first of what became the Hammer Films Karnstein Trilogy – lesbian vampire films with lots of blood and nudity. Ingrid Pitt is luscious, as is Madeline Smith, and Peter Cushing is always fun to watch.
What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below before I bite someone in the neck.
I’m in a very lesbian vampire mood today. All day long I shall behave like a lesbian vampire, just because I can. I shall confound everyone at work because they will see me and say, “Why is he behaving like a lesbian vampire whilst producing a reality television program?” And I shall not offer any answer, I shall merely behave like a lesbian vampire.
Don’t forget, there’s a brand spanking new entry of Juliana’s Journal up, with a special message and a special guest. And also, Donald has a brand spanking new Broadway Radio Show up as well.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must go hither and thither and even yon, I must behave like a lesbian vampire, I must eat various and sundried foodstuffs and I must write. Today’s topic of discussion: Since we discussed Mr. Blake Edwards and mentioned Mr. Henry Mancini, what are your favorite Blake Edwards films and what are your favorite Henry Mancini scores. I’ll start – Mr. Edwards: Breakfast at Tiffany’s (yes, Virginia, even with its faults and even with Mr. Rooney), Experiment in Terror, High Time, Ten and Victor/Victoria. I’m also fond of quite a few others, but I leave them to you. Mr. Mancini: So many – Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Wait Until Dark, Hatari (a great score), Two for the Road, Touch of Evil, Sunflower and many others. To it, dear readers, and lets have loads of lovely posts for my mental delectation. Let’s send August out with a bang, shall we? And, if you missed any of the goings on here over the weekend, do check out the Unseemly Archive.