Chantoozie Boings Back
The pegster went under the knife this week. A large benign tumor needed to be scooped out. She was stoical in the extreme, setting, every step of the way, examples for wimpy humans like me to follow. She was a bit dopey from the Mickey Finn for a few hours, but was soon back to her hellraising self in the morning. She pilfered and feasted on a bag of cookies and I was never happier to see her do it.
I met Mike Slagor when, as student president of the cinema club at my college, he asked me to be advisor. We've always been pals though, never prof and student. He called me the other day from grad school in Illinois to tell me that his local indie/arts video store was having a giant VHS sale and did I want anything in particular? Well, duh. Max Ophuls, of course. Mike braved the mob scene, stood in line, and snapped up my requests: The Earrings Of Madame De..., Liebelei and Caught. It has been one of my standing resolutions to spend my life hunting down every Ophuls film I can find. The hunt is afoot, and thanks, Mike.
Mark your calendars, set your timers. TCM is doing Douglas Sirk's sublime The Tarnished Angels on Sunday at 4 pm Eastern. Based on the Faulkner novel Pylon, it stars Rock Hudson, Dorothy Malone and Robert Stack. It's notoriously hard to come by, let alone in widescreen, so here's your chance.