Pola Negri looked like something from a storybook: she had jet black hair, pale skin that reporters compared to a camellia blossom, and a sensual mouth that, painted bright red, read as something deep and mournful onscreen. She was Polish by birth and Hollywood’s first foreign import; the Czar of Russia once said she had “the most kissable hands in the world.” To American audiences, she was exoticism manifest: an amalgamation of connotations that added up to different, not us. That exoticism was fiercely appealing—five years before Negri came to Hollywood, it had made Theda Bara into a massive star, at least until the public figured out the creature who had [...]
Happy birthday month, Geminis. Are any of these six characters speaking to you?
Today the oldish-and-witchy Tumblr The English Ladye highlights Queen Tomyris, pictured, who reigned in Central Asia around 530 B.C. and apparently "defeated and killed the Persian emperor Cyrus the Great during his invasion and attempted conquest of her country." She also apparently "had his corpse beheaded and then crucified," and then "shoved his head into a wineskin filled with human blood." Furthermore, "She was reportedly quoted as saying, 'I warned you that I would quench your thirst for blood, and so I shall.' " (!)
Watching House of Cards led to watching the original 1993 BBC series To Play the King, which led to screaming "Emma Bunton!" during the credits, rewinding, and re-watching her in her one scene (above). It's not the first time anyone's noticed this Baby Spice fact recently, but it's still … exciting? A word for stumbling across someone famous doing something slightly different. Anyway, that's the KING, there, in the car.
To Play the King is also currently streaming on Netflix. (Recommended.)
The first time audiences saw Hedy Lamarr, she was running naked through a field. The second time they saw her, she was in the throes of a very animated orgasm. The next time she appeared on screen—more than five years later—she’d have a new name, a new language, and a new image, but the effect was the same: just the sight of her was enough to stop Hollywood, and audiences across America, in their tracks.
But a new name wasn’t enough to distance Hedy Lamarr from her past as the “Ecstasy Girl,” the star of the so-called “art film” that scandalized all of Europe, and received special denunciation by the [...]
The backward-gazing historical improv comedy group PERIODS. ("I get my PERIODS.") bring you Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy if they were on the computer making beauty tutorials. The short videos play in succession above, or you can toggle among them on Nerdist's YouTube page.
Previously: "Is this a new pelt?"
(See also: Texts From Little Women.)
"I know Liz thinks she loves him, but there's more to marriage than long hair."
Doubt it. Although vintage romance comic book treasure trove Sequential Crush presents a convincing argument with 1970's "His Hair Is Long and I Love Him," a tale of love, money, music, and misunderstanding.
See you on the flip side, Sequential Crush.
Inside the hallowed halls of Princeton University, an elite group of service-minded young newspaper editors spent much of 1965 laboring over a single question: where are the girls? And if and when you do come across one, what exactly are you supposed to do with her?
After years (days? hours?) of romantic toil, they compiled the results of their selfless lady-scouting into Where The Girls Are: A Social Guide to Women’s Colleges in the East, a field manual for finding and identifying The Girls in their natural environment. The collection is what John Audubon would have produced if John Audubon really, really wanted to have sex with birds. Not that [...]
Robert Redford still does it for me. He did it for me when I first saw him in Butch Cassidy, he did it for me when he was washing Meryl Streep’s hair in Out of Africa. He did it for me in uniform in The Way We Were and with full hippie beard in Jeremiah Johnson. He’s classically handsome — the type of handsome on which you, your mom, your grandmother, and your best gay friend can all agree — with a flatness of expression that morphs sardonic when you least expect it. He has a storytime voice, the perfect level of tan, and haphazardly spaced highlights that betray [...]
Vintage romance comic book treasure trove / secret garden / haunted mansion / invisible crypt Sequential Crush outdoes itself today with the 1970 story "Horoscope Don't Fool With My Heart," in which the gloriously haired Ginny relies on her astrology books a little too much — or does she???
Plus there's another story at the end, and it is amazing.