feminism, movies, pop culture
Doesn’t that expression on her face say it all?
It’s a snow day here in rural New England, so I’m just going to offer you this confection and head back to staring out the window. Ciao!
Work has slowed down the blogging, but I have lots of post ideas -- so perhaps the arrival of summer will allow me to write more. (Patience much appreciated.)
Side Effects
House of Cards
The Invisible War
How to Survive a Plague
5 Broken Cameras
The Americans
Blancanieves
Top of the Lake
The Great Gatsby
Stories We Tell
The East
Before Midnight
A Girl and a Gun
The Bridge
The Bling Ring
The Heat
Elysium
In a World...
Orange is the New Black
The Fifth Estate
Enough Said
Populaire
The Wall
The Act of Killing
Twelve Years a Slave
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1 March 2012 at 1:04 pm
“It’s a snow day here in rural New England”
And finally, too. It has been such a bare, warm winter this year.
That outfit is godawful. Though perhaps not for a space cowgirl? No, even for a space cowgirl. And honestly, what is she standing on? Why is the sky at her ankles? These are significant questions! ;-).
1 March 2012 at 3:14 pm
It’s about time we had a decent snow! I’ve been so disappointed till today — and such a nice day for gazing out the window, watching it fall.
I’ve decided that Natalie might have foregone the cowboy boots in favor of some nice big-wheel 1970s roller skates, and she could’ve been Queen of the Skate-O-Rama. Just imagine a little Bee Gees music, and there you are!
1 March 2012 at 3:50 pm
Perfect! Pre-disco, I can buy that.
Here it is not falling so much as blowing sideways.
My weather forecast says that it will be rainy forties again by Saturday. And here I was all ready to pull out the snowshoes.
1 March 2012 at 8:39 pm
Truly, that outfit did not do her justice ! We are about the same age. She grew up in the Hunter’s Point district in SF in a Russian immigrant community. These were fascinating people. I knew some of them. They had great parties.
There was such a push in those days among striving lower middle class families to get pretty, talented girls to Hollywood and into the movies. Natalie Wood was a rare one who made it. I knew a couple who didn’t, the usual fate. They went south and were never heard from again.
So much to say about all this. Maybe I should write a book.
2 March 2012 at 9:12 am
Oh, man. A title like I Wasn’t Discovered in Hollywood. I imagine you could do years’ worth of oral history interviews among women of all ages.
2 March 2012 at 5:15 am
Oh I envy you your snowfall gazing….our snow falls mostly in the night while we’re sleeping. It can be lovely waking up to a bright white vista, but there’s not much that beats dreamily gazing out the window while snow gently flutters down. Bliss for the soul.