Not Coming to a Theater Near You
There are things you do hate, Lord. Perfume-smellin’ things, lacy things, things with curly hair.
There are things you do hate, Lord. Perfume-smellin’ things, lacy things, things with curly hair.
It would be nice to think that I could get away with asking a female stranger to help pay my train fare, crash a posh party without an invite and repeatedly call a woman I desired “monkey face”. Furthermore, it would be very useful if I could seduce said woman by saying: “I think I’m falling in love with you and I don’t quite like it.” That said, I’m not Cary Grant under the direction of Alfred Hitchcock and, sad to say, I never will be.
Still, the woman—or Joan Fontaine to her friends—won the 1941 Best Actress Oscar, so she should have little reason to complain.
by Rich Watts | Source: Universal Pictures DVD
03 Apr 2005 7:50 AM | Submit Comment
