I link to this on Archie Leach's b-day every year: an essay for a Film Preservation Blogathon back in 2011 - about Grant's character in NOTORIOUS - a character study, really - and how he plays it. "A fat-headed guy full of pain." sheilaomalley.com/?p=54702
My friend Mitchell and I had a lengthy conversation once about Grant - and I recorded it (see next Tweet). But here's Mitchell, to give you a taste:
Here's the conversation I had with my friend Mitchell (actor, storyteller, circus performer, the whole 9 yards) - about Cary Grant. It was one in a series. We get INTO. IT. sheilaomalley.com/?p=135535
And finally. The gif that keeps on giving. Happy birthday, Archie. #BOTD
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“I’m not offended by all the dumb blonde jokes because I know I’m not dumb… and I also know I’m not blonde.” – Dolly Parton. #BOTD ready for a thread. #DollyParton
One of Dolly Parton's earliest singles (which she didn't write) was "Dumb Blonde." She knew going in who she was, what she wanted to look like, how she was perceived, and she was never anybody's fool about it. #DollyParton
I love Dolly Parton's stuff with Porter Wagoner. (I love her in duets, in general - but these, in particular, have an intensity and sincerity you can feel.) Here they are performing "We Found It". Heart-piercing. #DollyParton
Just a little thread of some of the things I wrote on my own site in 2020. Yes, the site is a monster. I can't help it. I've been writing over there for 18 years. It's an oasis. For me anyway and hopefully for others!
I interviewed Jennifer McCabe, Associate Professor at Lehman College in the Theatre Department (she also teaches at NYU) a/b the fascinating exercises she's developed to help solve common problems she saw w/her acting students. DEEP DIVE into PROCESS. sheilaomalley.com/?p=154648
I didn't start OUT wanting my blog to be a veritable birthday-calendar, but that's what's happened. It's an offshoot of writing over there for 18 years. They're fun to do. Here's one on Anita Loos: sheilaomalley.com/?p=157207
It's Willie Nelson's 87th bday. Born in 1933. Living legend. You ready for a thread? #WillieNelson
“Ninety-nine percent of the world’s lovers are not with their first choice. That’s what makes the jukebox play.” – Willie Nelson.
A couple years ago (on Hank Williams' birthday, no less) I attended Outlaw Fest, w/Sheryl Crow, Eric Church etc. on the bill - all leading up to Willie taking the stage at the end. His entire family was with him. If you've seen him live, you know the magic .
It's the great Teri Garr's birthday. Here she is dancing next to a smokin-hot Ann-Margret and Elvis in VIVA LAS VEGAS.
She was in nine Elvis movies. As a background dancer. She was a background dancer in the legendary TAMI Show, gyrating around Marvin Gaye. Now obviously she went on to greater things, but I will pay tribute today to the section I call The Elvis Years.
You can see her dancing in all of his movies - but she's most recognizable in "C'mon Everybody" from VIVA LAS VEGAS. She's seen behind Elvis and AM in their first little scene together - horizontal stripe sweater, blue and pink. Teri Garr! Hilarious!
"I was just beautifying him, don’t you know. A thing of beauty, don’t you know. Yeats says, or I mean, Keats says." – James Joyce, ULYSSES. It's John Keats' birthday. Mr. Sensuous. Post on my site: sheilaomalley.com/?p=28818
The story of his epitaph is so interesting. Basically it would be like: I tell a friend what I want my epitaph to be. Let's say "Good friend, a loving sister and daughter" - I don't know, something like that, right? Then I die. My friend decides that life gave me a bum deal ...
... and decides to ADD to my epitaph so now it reads "Unappreciated by all, unloved and un-noticed, nevertheless she was a good friend, a loving sister and daughter." Like, totally turning my nice epitaph into some bitter posthumous statement. That's what happened with Keats.
Halloween approaches. This is me and my friend Mitchell as Edie Sedgewick and Andy Warhol at a party in college. Some words on this party, because it was one for the books:
I lived in a house off-campus. It was a gigantic rambling house, inhabited by 4 college students (this sounds like a novel by Donna Tartt) and slowly - over a period of months - the joint turned into a halfway house for every runaway teen in town.
I'd come home after a long day of classes and there would be 5 teenagers in sleeping bags on the living room floor, telling me not to answer the phone because it would be their parents looking for them.