Turner Classic Movies sucked me in early this morning, causing me to watch nearly all of a 1975 film starring Goldie Hawn, Goldie Hawn’ mini-skirts, Warren Beatty, juror #7 in 12 Angry Men, and a 17-year-old Carrie Fisher.
Beatty plays George Roundy, a hairdresser in Beverly Hills who bangs every one of his customers, and follows his attempts to juggle these relationships on the night before the 1968 presidential election. I’ll say this, I am certain that Ben Stiller spent some time with this film when he was formulating his Zoolander character.
Such an experience is one reason I keep the silver channels. Through my Saturday, I had on this nutty film, but earlier they played Bad Day at Black Rock, which I’d seen before but is always worth a view. This stars Spencer Tracy as a one-armed guy who stops into a weird backwards town looking for someone. The dude has a bum arm, but he can still kick Ernest Borgnine’s ass. Then they showed Gilda, which is the reason men sit up a bit in their chairs when you say the words “Rita Hayworth.”
Since I’m thinking about movies, one should probably give a moment to reflect on Sidney Poitier, who, strangely, has been on my mind the past month or so. Lilies in the Field, In the Heat of the Night, Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner, how do movies get any better than these? Poitier died this week but leaves behind a trove of amazing work.
Yeah. I would love to go see MacBeth at the Little… but there is still too much covid going around.