Tuesday, October 15, 2024

Just Love It!

I doubt it comes as a surprise, but I just love the wonderful Danny portraits taken for Night Must Fall (1937).  Bob is in full character in all of them and it is captured excellently by the photographer, C. S. Bull.  This one may be showing its age but, to me, the color makes him seem more alive, more real.  Just love it.

            Robert Montgomery as Danny in Night Must Fall (1947)


Tuesday, October 08, 2024

Yukky!

 Bob may be suffering a hangover in this still, but he looks pretty much like how I feel with the cold/flu I am currently experiencing.  I go through this most every fall, it lasts on average about two weeks.  I'm halfway through it.  I shall survive, but a Thursday post is unlikely.  Shall be back next week ... hopefully!

                    Still of Bob from Mr. and Mrs. Smith (1941)


Thursday, October 03, 2024

Bob the Beautiful/Handsome Dude***

 And a younger Bob in 1934's Fugitive Lovers.  The shot is from the beginning of the movie with scruffy prisoner Paul Porter going over the wall with the aid of the handy prison blanket.  At 30 years of age Bob is in the beautiful, transitioning to handsome stage.                 

In 1934 his beard status is considered scruffy.  These days it's just a common style.  Love the shadow of his face on the wall.  Bob times Two!


*** Yes, I was late for my Tuesday post.  My apologies.  These days I'm happy to remember I have a blog!  

Wednesday, October 02, 2024

One Handsome Dude Our Mr. Montgomery

 36 years old and ever so handsome ... and then WWII takes its toll.  Ah, but it was his choice.  Besides, beauty just isn't skin deep, etc., etc., etc.  Well perhaps it is skin deep in Hollywood.  

           Robert Montgomery, Portrait for Mr. & Mrs. Smith (1941)


Thursday, September 26, 2024

Robert Montgomery, d. Sept. 27, 1981

A view from the terrace of Mr. Montgomery's last home, Hollow Brook in Canaan Valley, CT.   


"He had played many roles in his lifetime, off-camera and on-; the slender playboy of Our Blushing Brides had become a no-longer-slender country squire, but the grace of the performer remained what it had always been:  a prompting to merriment, an occasion for applause."  **   


** From the article by Brendan Gill, published in the April, 1992, issue of Architectural Digest.