Saturday, May 22, 2004

Last night I watched another Mary Pickford movie, this one called Coquette. It was made in 1929 and it was the first Mary Pickford movie with sound. And, from the quality of sound in this thing, it's not hard to imagine why a number of people believed sound in movies was only a passing fad. Often times the actors would be completely inaudible if they so much as walked across the room. The scene at the dance was almost incoherent.

But this is not to say that Pickford didn't have a good voice. She did fine. In fact, she won an Academy Award for her performance--the second year the Academy Awards were held.

The story was another high melodrama thing about a girl who, as her brother puts it, "Flits around from one guy to another like a . . . like a . . . well, like a butterfly."

But she does fall in love with a violent youth her father doesn't like and her father gets angry when he discovers they had sex and . . . well . . . you get the picture. It was good, though.

I was pretty productive yesterday. Let's see if I can keep it goin' . . .

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