"Crabbiest of the crabby"
Mailing a check today, thanks for the 411.
Aw, just go ahead and buy Sally the car.. She's been driving for YEARS.
Unfortunately this is probably the same way expensive ass sweaters are produced, too.
The whole Street Hassle album is good and sad and good.
Also gone but not forgotten: Marcia Wallace.
Fare thee well, Ms Krabappel.
It's pretty simple:
1) NEVER invite them again
2) If they try to invite themselves, tell them, "It's just not a good idea." Repeat several times.
3) If they ask, "Why?" TELL THEM.
I have seen so many BS movies, and certain ones so many times. "Baby Face" is excellent! I love how they show her "moving up" in the company with exterior shots of the building's windows....from here...zooooooop....to here! When her man goes broke and wants to use her jewelry for collateral on a loan or something, BS is all snappish, "No! They're mine!"
In "Ball of Fire" BS is faking illness so she doesn't have to leave the professors' house. She tells one to check her throat and he says it kind of pink and she gets all annoyed. "It's as red as the Daily Worker, and twice as sore!" She also says something is corny, straight off the cob. Heh.
In SF, the 2nd annual Noir Fest pitted Joan Crawford against Barbara Stanwyck for title of "Queen of Noir". Barbara won by millions. Another one of her classic noir films is "The Strange Loves of Martha Ivers" which also has Lisbeth Scott and Kirk Douglas as her wimpy drunkard of a hubby. Recommended!
Someone mentioned "No Man of Her Own" which I watched recently on the netflix...a real twisted tale of identity theft and outta wedlock baby illegitimacy made 'right". There's another one on the netflix, "Crime of Passion"...Christ on a cracker, BS gets whiplash from spinning 180 degrees from independent career woman to bored nagging housewife in this weird ass flick. She ends up boning her husband's BOSS on the POLICE FORCE to further her husband's career. MASSIVE WTF, but in a funny way. One of her keep on trucking older lady roles.
Sean Flynn and the ancient last wife of Errol live in Portland Parish, Jamaica. The Flynns own miles of coastal property that is pasture land for their weird wrinkly brown cows. It's good that they own it, I think, because if they didn't it would probably all be developed into all-inclusive clothing optional resorts and such, instead of being open green space. I sort of dread the inevitable changes when she or they pass away.
I've seen both the widow and the son from a distance. Dunno how kind time has been to him in comparison to the pic linked above. I shall make an effort to check him out next time I pass him in a rum bar.
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He's dressed like Marlon Brando, like in The Wild Ones.