What I learned in class last night; comedy is easy, dying is hard. Frustrating a little, too.
Watched the 1927 Metropolis a few nights ago--or what's left of it, anyway. It seems that about a quarter of the movie was lost forever. What's left is truly great. Visuals of the convoluted future city put me in the mind of Coruscant in the new Star Wars movies. And in fact, Metropolis's city shots looked about as real.
Last night I watched Johnny Guitar, in which Joan Crawford was a damned tough old gal. It's a western from the mid-fifties that's about the battle between--not two cowboys, but between two women. Which was neat. Not a perfect film by any means. But great fun.
Am I the only one who thinks there should have been a wrestling match between Joan Crawford and Katharine Hepburn at some point? Of course they'd be naked, but that goes without saying . . .