The first time audiences saw Hedy Lamarr, she was running naked through a field. The second time they saw her, she was in the throes of a very animated orgasm. The next time she appeared on screenâmore than five years laterâsheâd have a new name, a new language, and a new image, but the effect was the same: just the sight of her was enough to stop Hollywood, and audiences across America, in their tracks. But a new name wasnât enough to distance Hedy Lamarr from her past as the âEcstasy Girl,â the star of the so-called âart filmâ thatâ¦
Uh, how did I not know about this when I was in Madrid?
Guys. GUYS. You need to see this film. Need to. It’s beautiful. It has everything. Go as soon as you can. Go now.
"How a black-and-white silent French film, set in Hollywood in 1927, became the talk of the town."
The guy I’m seeing right now posted a link to this film, The Artist, on my Facebook wall a couple of weeks ago (yes, a good sign), and I’ve grown increasingly excited for its US release. The independent movie theatre about 45 minutes from me will begin showing it on Christmas Day. Can’t. Wait.
Buster Keaton is TCM’s Star of the Month!
Carole Lombard directing Alfred Hitchcock’s cameo scene in Mr. and Mrs. Smith (1941)
You go, girl.
"do what you love and don’t worry about the money as long as you’re ok with living in constant fear that you won’t be able to pay...
Casual reminder that our perception of sex is gendered.