Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Mad (Hot) Woman

In the midst of all the press for the third season of Mad Men, I was saying to myself, "Why the hell isn't Christina Hendricks, the almost unrealistically most gorgeous woman in Hollywood*, on every single talk show plugging this show?!"

And especially after this past week's episode, in which we discover that Joan can play the accordion (which makes her even more unbearably sexy as she sings along to it in French!), I've wondered why a TV show that has it all except for ratings hasn't used her to bring in more viewers.


Thursday, August 13, 2009

Happy Birthday, Hitch!

Today, if miracles of modern science were even more miraculous and more than a little creepy, would have been the 110th birthday of master filmmaker Alfred Hitchcock.

I'm not going to expound on his genius today because A) you already know, having undoubtedly seen several of his films; and B) I have to get ready to take an American Lit final, after which I'll be able to go back to posting a little more regularly.

So what I will do is leave you with a couple of videos that you hopefully will find of interest.

First is my favorite trailer of all time. No doubt, if you've seen one Hitchcock film, it's Psycho. But have you ever seen the original trailer for it? Hitchcock takes the audience on a tour of the set of the film, leaving you in (for lack of a better term) cinematic blue balls. Imagine sitting in a theatre in 1959 or 1960, having no idea about the iconic shower scene, no idea of Norman Bates, no clue at all... and seeing this:



And this next one should keep you occupied for a while. It's Hitch's personal favorite of his own films: 1943's Shadow of a Doubt. Misanthropic serial killer visits family and his favorite niece picks up that there's something fishy about him. Hilarity ensues.




So if you're bored at work today, have headphones, and are positioned away from any doorways, you can watch this and pay tribute to a golden god of cinema on his birthday.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to end my career as a literary scholar.