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My dog's like, "Photograph me as if I were Gena Rolands and you were John Cassavetes in the early years of his directorial career."

#TCMParty #Faces
I heart Ruth Roman so much!
February 10, 2026 at 3:40 AM
I probably did see her in that role at the time. Truthfully, it's her singing that bugs the shit out of me. As an actress, she's perfectly fine.
February 10, 2026 at 3:31 AM
How many of those ticket sales represent actual human asses sitting in theater seats? The far-right is very fond of bulk-purchasing books and tickets to sustain the sad illusion of cultural relevance. We know that. Your reporting should reflect that knowledge.
February 10, 2026 at 2:47 AM
Beautifully curated, Mr. Stahl. That Raverat print... perfect.
February 10, 2026 at 2:04 AM
Her warbling makes me wish for the relative comforts of Sri Lankin prison.
February 10, 2026 at 1:39 AM
Something so creepy about the way she keeps her nazi horse face frozen (modest brow furrows/head tilts aside) in a Serious News Gal kind of way until her inner-prompter tells her to feign laughter.
February 10, 2026 at 1:37 AM
Same here! Kinda like how Lucille Ball kept her friends from her early years in showbiz employed as character actors in her various TV series.
February 10, 2026 at 1:26 AM
As a general rule, I find nothing about birthday girl Kathryn Grayson even remotely interesting.

This sentence in the Wiki entry for her first husband is the rare exception.

#TCMParty
February 10, 2026 at 12:31 AM
Am I supposed to sit on it?
February 9, 2026 at 12:23 AM
Jean Harlow is the big one for me. Her films didn't air much on TV when I was a kid, so my knowledge of her was formed by the likes of Kenneth Anger and that dreadful biopic in which Angela L. plays Mama Jean.

Then, as an adult, I saw Red-Headed Woman and was like, Ah! I get it now!

I adore her.
February 8, 2026 at 11:47 PM
This elder gay assures you: There is no scenario, outside of science fiction, in which I discover that I'm a grandfather.

#TCMParty #BobMackieNakeIlusion
February 8, 2026 at 2:20 AM
Yes! Adrian, Edith Head, Orry-Kelly, Dolly Tree... how I would feast upon a documentary that gave them their due, along with a little Janet Gaynor lesbian gossip....
February 8, 2026 at 2:17 AM
She threw down the gauntlet with that Mackie dress! And she delivered! Suddenly I'm 23-ish again.
February 8, 2026 at 1:52 AM
Woke up at 3 a.m. last night to find a Milk Dud–sized turd next to my pillow.

Less horrifying than finding a horse's head in one's bed, perhaps, but horrifying nonetheless.

I've assigned my chief deputy (below) to the case and have every confidence that the culprit will soon be apprehended.
February 8, 2026 at 12:40 AM
Anyone employed by the NYT who has the authority to change this grossly misleading headline/caption and chooses not to exercise that authority is a fascist-enabling piece of shit.
February 8, 2026 at 12:07 AM
Agree wholeheartedly with everything that you and SROD say above. There's something Mitchum-esque about his performance in this film. He's a natural.
February 7, 2026 at 12:08 AM
Holden, at least in his mid-years, was usually permitted to sport his chest fur on screen.
February 6, 2026 at 3:29 AM
Let me put it this way. Photos of three Old Hollywood actors hang in a place of pride in my bathroom: Cooper, McCrea, and Holden.

(A painting of Cary Grant hangs in my living room, safe from the bathroom humidity.)
February 6, 2026 at 2:22 AM
Oh, no, not his chest but the criminal deforestation of his luxuriously furred chest.
February 6, 2026 at 2:13 AM
My two biggest beefs with #Picnic:

1) William Holden's depilated chest.

2) The (usually) brilliant Rosalind Russel plays Rosemary as if she were reprising her role as Sylvia in The Women.

Stop looking around for a leg to sink your teeth into, Roz. Paulette isn't even in this movie.

#TCMParty
February 6, 2026 at 1:53 AM
Such an odd movie. Two mega stars, and yet it doesn't know quite what to do with them, together or individually. Propaganda is hard.
February 6, 2026 at 1:29 AM
My tastes are as corny as Kansas in August, and for that reason I am compelled to say Oklahoma. (The number, I believe, is sans exclamation point?) That song thrills me. It really does.
February 6, 2026 at 12:59 AM
Honey, there's no reason to fear eights. Blossom Dearie made them gentle for us.
February 3, 2026 at 11:51 PM
By "fucking ton of normie moms," do you mean a ton of normie moms you'd like to fuck? If so, how would you fit them all into your apartment? Crisco?
February 3, 2026 at 11:25 PM
Yes! God did a little dance around that family.

(If I may borrow from Steel Magnolias.)
February 3, 2026 at 2:34 AM