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This feels like a Charlie or Tom or Rinaldo post, but since they haven’t, I will: Criterion Collection is having a 50% off sale for the next few hours. I just bought Trouble in Paradise, and now I’ll be sitting next to my mailbox, drumming my fingers.

*waves* I actually live there half the year. Name’s “voiceover”; glad to meet you. If you haven’t already seen it, may I recommend Meet Marlon Brando, the ‘66 Maysles Brothers’ documentary? It’s about 30 minutes long, a meant-to-be promotional for his latest film. Most of it’s set in a hotel room, featuring a handful of reporters doing the interviewing — until Brando takes over. I’d been indifferent to him until my theory professor screened it during our Doc unit. Then I became a rabid, slavering Tex Avery caricature. That Stanley wardrobe was nice, but he never needed it.

I try to keep my Life’s Regrets list a short one. Not attending this while Robert Osborne was still alive is in my Top 5. In a recurring dream, we run into each other outside the hotel elevator, where I clutch his lapel and weep all over him about how he changed my life for the better. Robert got lucky there, I expect.* eta: As in, “Lucky for him I just imagined this” 🤣

I always thought she chose the ugliest one. And don’t even get me started on that dead bird headdress.

Didn’t watch the Oscars but according to my Xfeed, they blew it more than usual with their In Memoriam segment. Among the missing: Olivia Hussey, Tony Todd, Bernard Hill, Michelle Trachtenberg, Mitzi Gaynor (Dave Karger posted about her today), and Alain-freakin’-Delon. Unbelievable. TCM Remembers: still the undisputed champ.

Saw this on X this morning, and I couldn’t agree more: ”There’s no such thing as a bad Gene Hackman movie. Not even Superman IV. Like John Wayne, Michael Caine, Denzel Washington… The fact he’s in it is enough.”

Too many roles to choose a favorite, but I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for his blind man cameo in Young Frankenstein: ”You’re a mute!…a big mute.” ”Wait!…I was gonna make espresso…”

Dear Michelle! such very sad news. I was late to the Buffyverse, and while she wasn’t my favorite, I didn’t really get the animosity her character sparked amongst the faithful. Thought she & James played well off each other, and as a Spike fangirl I appreciated that Dawn was usually in his corner. I also liked her scenes with Amber! Those three were the Outsiders of the o.g. Scoobies; probably that’s what I found them a treat together. Thinking of her family & friends at this time, and how they must be reeling.

The words weren’t ones she wrote, but they were *hers, nonetheless: “The first time ever I kissed your mouth/I felt the earth move in my hand/Like the trembling heart of a captive bird..” And “Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words..” She’s been singing that in my head all day today.

Oh man, I just found out about Tony Roberts!! Loved him. The “Max & Max” friendship he shared with Woody Allen’s Alvy in Annie Hall was so terrific, not the least because the identical nicknames were never explained, and his Rob always returned serve in those dialogue exchanges (“Oh, I did ‘Shakespeare in the Park’, Max. I got mugged. I was playing Richard II and two guys in leather jackets stole my leotard.”) And his zipping-up of that masked/hooded getup! a visual I never forgot (“Are we driving through plutonium?”) Rest in peace, Max.

We disagree because I think they were ready to kiss. Sorry if that wasn’t clear.

Erm. Agree to Disagree — to violently, dare I say? passionately, disagree. Under wildly improbable circumstances, they meet & immediately hit it off; are immediately, obviously smitten; he actually saves her life, then *gets on a freaking transatlantic flight to see her in person!!! Possibly actually doing it could wait at least a few more days, but the kissing? No. Just: no.

It is a truth universally acknowledged: many men look better as they age. Ioan Gruffudd is one of them. Holy Mother a’ God. A Welshman affecting a Scottish brogue; and with that beard! those lines! that twinkle! And when he kissed Carrie, I am not ashamed to say I shrieked like a 10-year-old at her first Osmond concert. Pleaseohpleeeeezzzze: let him be a regular.

Tyler Hynes: Ride or Die ”After that game on Sunday — you know the one — Tyler Hynes was as devastated as any other member of Chiefs Kingdom. Since starring in Hallmark’s hit movie, “Holiday Touchdown: A Chiefs Love Story,” last year, the Canadian actor has embraced all things Chiefs, and fans have returned the admiration. Hynes, in fact, was at the Super Bowl in New Orleans cheering for the Chiefs. After the game he checked on fans with a message on his Instagram Stories. “Thinkin about giving out free hugs to any @chiefs fans ... I know I could use one ... tomorrow? ... here ...? Crown center hallmark store ...? Movie theater in Independence square? ... What do we think ...” Read more at: https://www.kansascity.com/news/local/article300119109.html#storylink=cpy

Plus she married Mr Darcy, so basically she’s won at life.