Ladybug and I have been wearing out Netflix, one rental at a time, dashing from genre to genre like little kids set loose in a fairground. The last, Coraline, was well-done. But the big thing about it is that it’s on the way back, so I can get my greedy mitts on the next one due: Clara Bow’s movie “It,” which Sheila blogged about recently. It should be here by Friday.
Drunk on cinematic anticipation, I popped over to Turner Classics and – hey, a seven-part documentary about the history of the movies! And today’s chapter covers 1920-1928. I’m about to be sooper-smert about old pictures, I am.
In all seriousness, the hour segment was fascinating. They touched on United Artists; the creation of the major studios and the giants like Goldwyn, Thalberg, Meyer, Loew, Warner and others who built the system; and of course the stars who fueled it: Charlie Chaplin, Rudolph Valentino, Buster Keaton, Harold Lloyd, and of course Clara Bow. And a system needs official recognition, and so there came the Academy of Performing Arts and Science.
Far more to mention than just that. I’ll have to catch the next segment. In the meantime, I can stay up way later than I ought to and watch a few of the stars in action. A Keaton double-feature: One Week (I hope the Smoking Man’s in this one!) and Steamboat Bill, Jr. Then, Harold Lloyd in Safety Last (the one where he dangles off the face of a clock several stories up). Finally….
Oh, of course.
Clara Bow. “It.”
::::pratfall, mocking trumpets::::