Late

[rejectomorph]

Some of the movies on very late night television this week have just been too tempting to miss. I end up watching them and ignoring the poor old Internets. Now broad daylight has arrived and I've gotten nothing done, other than to finally have seen "Pink Flamingos" something like a third of a century after it came out, and to have seen "The Barefoot Contessa" for something like the fifth time. Can't sleep, cable is eating me.

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[mistersmearcase.livejournal.com]

You know, I love Ava Gardner. Have a pin-up of her on my fridge. Her, Rossy de Palma, and Jon Stewart, the latter two being more photos and less pin-ups. But I digress. I just can't get through The Barefoot Contessa. I'm not sure why, except for I think it's bad.

[rejectomorph]

You mean you've never seen the denouement? But you must have heard what happens, right? The terrible secret which makes this movie an oddly appropriate companion piece to Pink Flamingos?

I see it as classic Hollywood melodrama, a rather self-absorbed movie about various types of self-absorption, but then I first saw it when I was nine, so part of my attachment to it may be nostalgia. (Also, I like Mario Nascimbene's cheesy, romantic title song.)