*sob*

[sisyphusshrugged]

my child prefers the color Show Boat to the black and white Show Boat.

Where did I go wrong? Was it prenatal nutrition? I quit smoking at three weeks - could it have been too late? Have I been feeding her mutagens?

I will go to my grave scarred by my infamy.

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[misseli.livejournal.com]

Show Boat???

[jmhm.livejournal.com]

well, yeah. I really like Paul Robeson and Irene Dunne.

She's never seen the color one, just a clip on that's entertainment. she's just all into technicolor right now.

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[misseli.livejournal.com]

Heh. There's a way to cure that.

Sit her down and have her watch "The Women".

[jmhm.livejournal.com]

You mean that faithful movie based on the only successful play by the most successful woman of the middle of the last century, who had to help run the country because all of her husband's power as one of the most influential owner/CEOs in the country wasn't enough to influence his board to give her an actual job in charge of anything where there's an extended fashion show comparing the women in the play to frightened rhesus monkeys in overpriced clothes with fashion models laughing at them?

The one that comes to the conclusion that women aren't willing to accept nearly enough crap from the men in their life?

She's seen it. She likes the part where Rosalind Russells hat gets broken.

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[misseli.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

That fashion show scared me out of Technicolor for a while ...

The mistake

[(Anonymous)]

The mistake was to even let her SEE the color version before she was over 21.

Well y'know...

[(Anonymous)]

There is something to be said for Ava. Lots, actually. But y, give me handsome Paul, and Irene.

=laura

Re: Well y'know...

[jmhm.livejournal.com]

It's amazing how much life some of the actors in that film managed to squeeze in to really unsympathetic roles - those two and Hattie McDaniels, I think, managed to wrestle human characters away from the script (maybe James Whale helped?)

Anyway, even Alan Jones had a few faint fleeting moments of roguish sexiness, than which there is no more to say about a movie.