Showing posts with label Tony Curtis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tony Curtis. Show all posts

10.15.2014

Houdini

Today we have Houdini (1953) starring Tony Curtis and Janet Leigh (one of my favorite old Hollywood couples).

Not an incredibly accurate biopic, but enjoyable. 

I rewatched Poltergeist shortly after watching this movie and now I'm wondering if they used tomatoes to make the red goo the mother and daughter get coated with.
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1.22.2014

Sweet Smell of Success

Sweet Smell of Success (1957) starring Tony Curtis and Burt Lancaster.

A classic movie I've been meaning to see for ages. Finally watched it. 

In the swift, cynical Sweet Smell of Success, directed by Alexander Mackendrick, Burt Lancaster stars as the vicious Broadway gossip columnist J. J. Hunsecker, and Tony Curtis as Sidney Falco, the unprincipled press agent Hunsecker ropes into smearing the up-and-coming jazz musician romancing his beloved sister. Featuring deliciously unsavory dialogue, in an acid, brilliantly structured script by Clifford Odets and Ernest Lehman, and noirish neon cityscapes from Oscar-winning cinematographer James Wong Howe, Sweet Smell of Success is a cracklingly cruel dispatch from the kill-or-be-killed wilds of 1950s Manhattan.
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1.15.2014

Sex and the Single Girl

Sex and the Single Girl (1964) starring Natalie Wood, Tony Curtis, Henry Fonda, Lauren Bacall and Mel Ferrer.

Not the best, but not miserable. Enjoyable mostly because I love Natalie Wood, Tony Curtis and Lauren Bacall so much.

If you watch this, watch Down with Love after. Down with Love is inspired by a lot of the Doris Day / Rock Hudson movies (as far as filming / editing style), but plot-wise? It's mostly all Sex and the Single Girl. There's also a bit of Cruel-Intentions-and-Les-Liaisons-Dangereuses-ness to it. 

Sidenote (re: Down with Love) - David Hyde Pierce should be in more things. More things you can see without going to New York to see a show.

Sexy Sox = Spanx's ancestor.
You know how people insist on comparing modern day actresses to actresses of yore? Well sometimes Emma Stone reminds me of Lauren Bacall. And not even because of the voice! The faces.
Wonderful, wonderful coat.
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