I have been trying, with various degrees of success, not to spend my every waking moment screwing around in cyberspace—an endeavor with the unfortunate side effect that, when I check my LJ to see what I’ve been doing lately, it looks like I’ve been doing nothing, nay, that I have ceased to exist. I assure you that I continue to exist in one form or another.
Yesterday Z and I blew off work and drove out to Devil’s Den State Park, where we beheld green, green, and more green. I realized how accustomed I’ve become to encountering sea coast when I drive out into the country when I missed smelling the salt water on the air. But the mountains here are beautiful, and the air smells of more types of green than I can count, some of which I recognized from my upstate New York childhood.
We rewarded our exertions up the mountain with Mexican lunch specials and margaritas, followed by a long nap, followed by The Women (1939), a bizarre George Cukor flick featuring an all-female cast and starring real-life rivals Norma Shearer and Joan Crawford as, respectively, a jilted society wife and the scheming perfume-counter salesgirl who stole her man. The moral of the story seems to be, in the film’s final words, that “pride” is “a luxury a woman in love can’t afford,” but if you can stomach the inanity of that sentiment it’s well worth watching for the costumes, oh the magnificently preposterous costumes, particularly the hats. No woman completely devoid of pride would wear such things; she would disintegrate beneath the weight of their absurdity. I also enjoyed the sequence on the Divorce Train to Reno (I asked Z if we could get married so we could get divorced so I could take a ride on the Divorce Train), and recognizing Marjorie Main (who plays Katie the Maid in Meet Me in St. Louis (1944)) and young Virginia Weidler (who plays the plucky Dinah in one of Cukor’s next projects, the triumphant The Philadelphia Story (1940)).
Other recent evening screenings include All About Eve (1950), which Z had never seen, and the more recent Junebug (2005), a gentle domestic drama, captivatingly acted, even by Ben McKenzie, a.k.a. Ryan Atwood.
I’ve been reading, too, but reviews will have to wait till later. I have, like, work to do.