Thursday, July 02, 2015

Where's Bob & Marion?

You know you have a good photo, when you can take a very small portion of it ...

...and enlarge it to a full-sized photo with this much clarity. 

My guess is it is a print from an 8x10-inch negative.  Whoa, can you just imagine the cost of that film today! 

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Happy Birthday, Charlotte Greenwod (Belated)

I meant to do this entry for Ms. Greenwood on her June 25th birthday.  Apparently, the image of Errol Flynn in a sleeveless t-shirt pushed her out of my thoughts.  My apologies, Charlotte.

Charlotte has always been a favorite character of mine.  Probably first became aware of her as Aunt Eller in Oklahoma (1955), one of her last performances and a darn good one at that.  Always a delight, the tall, double-jointed comedienne stole many a scene in movies such as Man in Possession (1931), in which she played Clara, Crystal Wetherby's (Irene Purcell) wise-cracking maid who is not very pleased with Raymond Dabney (Bob) the 'morning after.'  

Charlotte began her career as a dancer in vaudeville and a successful stage career followed.  This is a portrait of Charlotte taken c. 1920.   Great smile.

You really need to check out this video which shows Charlotte doing a rather amazing dance routine. 

Thursday, June 25, 2015

That's Roz, But Who's the Guy in the Mustache?

               Bob and Rosalind Russell in Trouble for Two (1936)

That was my husband's response when he first saw this photo.  As in the same amazingly understanding man who has seen more photos of Robert Montgomery than most men could imagine even exist. 

He has a point.  It's that mustache....and the full head of curly hair....and no smile.

But it is Bob.  And Roz.  In another great pose.  Did you notice how the tops of their heads are on the same level, but since Bob's head is larger, he has to look up to Roz?   And don't you wonder just what they're thinking. 

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Which do You Prefer - Geometric, Simple Black, Black Silk or Checkered?

The ever classy and elegant Mr. Montgomery wore dressing gowns between takes while on set to prevent mussing up his wardrobe.  In late 1933, on the set of The Mystery of Mr. X with Elizabeth Allan and Direct Edwyn Selwyn, he is shown wearing a geometric patterned gown with accompanying white scarf, of course.  Wonder what color it was ... I'm guessing blue and gold.  Or maybe green. 

In Here Comes Mr. Jordan, Bob, as playboy Farnsworth, wears a simple all black gown over his boxing attire.  Below he is shown with co-star Rita Johnson taking a cigarette break.  The bare legs and boxing shoes look a tad out of place in this setting, don't you think.

On the set of The Last of Mrs. Cheyney, Bobs looks superb in classy black silk.  Note the white handkerchief even.  Frank Morgan looks rather natty himself in a checkered gown.  I wouldn't dare play a hand of blackgammon with either of these two gents. 

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Errol, What a Hunk You Were!

Errol Flynn was born on June 20, 1909.  My, but he was a handsome young man.  There weren't many stars in the 1930s who could look as good in a sleeveless top as Mr. Flynn.  He was a man who never lacked the company of adoring, beautiful women.  Or another drink.  Totally worn out and dead at the age of 50, understandably so. 

My favorite Flynn story is found in Ray Milland's autobiography, "Wide-Eyed in Babylon."  Milland enjoyed getting away from things by spending nights on his boat, which happened to be docked next to Errol's boat, Sirocco.  Jimmy Cagney owned the boat on the other side of Flynn's and would spend evenings with Milland talking about boats, or when Flynn was around, watching the activities of Errol and his lady friends.  They were able to look directly into the portholes of Errol's boat.  Errol kept them entertained and probably a bit envious.  Many of you have probably heard this one, but it's an appropriate read for the man's birthday!

"I remember one time when Errol was being sued for the deflowering of a tall, ravishing showgirl who had been one of a group invited down to the Sirocco for the weekend.  According to her complaint Errol had enticed her down to his cabin below decks to view the moon through one of the portholes, and while she was doing this --- and to her great surprise  --- he upped and did it.  Now all I can say is, the portholes of the Sirocco were about seven inches in diameter and only two feet above the waterline, and if this Aphrodite had been looking through the porthole as alleged, she would have been staring eyeball to eyeball at me.  Or Cagney, Or Ward Bond.  Or any one of a half dozen other voyeurs.  This was no penny arcade, this was a window on the world.  No doubt about it, Flynn was quite a boyo.  He must have had the most overworked prostate gland in the universe.  What a way to go."