Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Happy 50th Anniversary of the day when the noble doctor with the twitchy little smirk became a victim of blind justice and had to start running after a one-armed man

On September 17th, 1963, the very first episode of The Fugitive aired. And the world was never the same. (No hyperbole.)


Honestly, I can't even describe the depth of my love for this perfect show (check The Fugitive tag for more complete posts). It has brilliant writing and acting. The moody and dark cinematography makes it the perfect film noir television show. The characters are fascinating, layered, and unique. The struggle between Gerard and Kimble and Kimble and the One-Armed Man is basically operatic.

AND THE TWITCHY LITTLE SMIRK IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING TO EVER BE GIFTED TO MERE MORTALS.


In short (I have a huge test tomorrow and can't write a proper post), everyone needs to watch this show. If not for the reasons listed above, than for Dr. Richard Kimble. 

David Janssen makes Dr. Richard Kimble dynamic, quietly powerful, assured, conflicted, anguished, hopeful, empathetic. It's not the normal "noble doctor" shtick. He is noble, but he has to choose to be that way; constantly. And, the audience knows he's gonna do the right thing (of course he is), but we're also never quite sure.  It's a character you immediately identify with, but never fully understand. 

I'm fangirling nonsensically, but there is just so much greatness.

Many of the episodes are available on YouTube. Start at the beginning. Not because the show is serialized (it's not), but because the characters grow and change subtly. Richard Kimble, ever the weary man on the run becomes more weary as time goes on. He has to make a constant decision to keep living and running-- to keep his humanity.

And, honestly, that's the tagline for the show: "Oh, the humanity!"

Well, I'll stop now. I must study. But, please, watch The Fugitive. YOU WILL NEVER REGRET IT.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

SPECIAL ALERT: Kate finds meaning of life in classic western

Kate's not typically a western fan, but that all changed the day she watched Shane. She didn't think Alan Ladd or Jean Arthur were very good. But, young Brandon DeWilde -- he was a revelation. He made Kate understand her complicated feelings about change, moving on, growing up, and the circle of life.


By the way, I'm hoping it's just a misprint, but Kate posted some confusingly and obviously WRONG statements about my affections for Tyrone Power.

NEWS FLASH: Kate is Tyrone Power's "biggest fan!"

I don't even have the words to go with this. I think the quoted material speaks for itself:


And, just to clear up any confusion, Kate's slanderous report on my feelings toward an actor who will not be named (it is the policy of ClassicForever to not print the names of horribly annoying actors) is absolutely ridiculous.

UPDATE: KATE CHANGED HER MIND ABOUT DIRK BOGARDE TOO

Well, well. This is unexpected. I guess it just shows that you never know who you can trust. You can never know how loyal and reliable a person is-- never.

Kate certainly isn't, if her shocking late-hour betrayal of Dirk Bogarde means anything.



Also, the editors of ClassicForever wish our readers to know about the grossly negligible falsehoods printed by Ms. Gabrielle on the subject of our support for Bobby Darin (our quote/unquote "fangirlism"). We have requested a printed retraction and apology.

PRESS RELEASE: KATE HAS A CHANGE OF HEART WHEN IT COMES TO LAURENCE HARVEY

Well, it appears that all of us make mistakes, but it takes the BEST of us to admit those mistakes.

Renowned blogger Kate Gabrielle (and renowned denouncer of Laurence Harvey) has decided to do just that. And she has chosen ClassicForever as the exclusive vehicle for her announcement:


Well, Kate, we at ClassicForever certainly stand with you on these clear, beautiful statements. We appreciate your change of heart and the courage it took to admit you were wrong.

Monday, September 2, 2013

'Ello! I'm Michael Caine. Not many people know that.

I jest. I'm not really Michael Caine.

But, wouldn't that seriously be the greatest reveal ever (if I hadn't already revealed myself in multiple odd video posts). There's always this thing on the internet that the teenage girls are actually creepy old men. But, this time, the teenage girl was actually just Michael Caine acting like a teenage girl.


Or what if I was actually Bruce Dern. Can I be Bruce Dern, please?  I want to be the master of crazy eyes AND be able to sing like Neil Young all at the same time.

ANYWAY.

I actually just popped in to tell you all that I am officially a college student -- once again. After taking a year off after high school/two years of college (I live a complicated life), I am now a junior Cross-Cultural Studies + Psychology (adding that as a major next semester) student at Northwest University.

YAAAAAAY.

Anyway. I am living in the dorms and seriously adult-like. (This is if you ignore the fact that I just had to pause the writing of this blog post to clean up all the sparkling water I just spilled on myself.)

And, I'm totally repping the classics. That's right. I have replica Come September, Notorious, and Tokyo Drifter posters on my wall. AND DR. RICHARD KIMBLE'S WANTED POSTER. What?! Yes. (And like 500 other photos and posters of my favorite classic things/people, because I literally cannot control myself.)

And my roommate and I are totally crazy-cool college kids. In fact, we have a nightly routine -- where at 10:15, we grumble about the loud people outside our window and always want to go yell at them and tell them it's quiet hours.

Instead, we have taken the passive-aggressive approach and written this on our window: "If you want to read poetry, go to the library. We deal in sleep here."

Please take note of the fact that I'm pretty sure that's a Remington Steele quote and therefore we have just proven our crazy-cool college kidness.

Also, last night, there was a tea and British period drama night organized by yours truly, Bruce Dern. There were quite a few of us and we watched Young Victoria. Pretty wild party.

The food here is mostly terrible, I've been living off of mashed potatoes and salad bar. But, Thursdays are make your own stir fry day, so that's exciting. And, I have a rice maker -- so THAT'S exciting. And a fridge: well-stocked with cheese and tofu.

Yup, nearly two weeks in -- and all is well. (Well, meaning that I haven't died. I do have to write like 8 papers and take 5 tests before Wednesday, so.)

I'll be keeping up here as best as I can. (I'm heartbroken at missing Sir Alfred's birthday -- I was camping.) The Fugitive's 50th Anniversary is coming up this month -- PARTY! And, I have several must-watch movies that I will hopefully review. I'm watching Suzuki's Youth of the Beast tonight, because I apparently have never watched it (shock and horror!). After that, I am absolutely watching Darling, BECAUSE I PROMISED KATE LIKE FIVE YEARS AGO AND IT'S A BRITISH MOVIE FROM THE SIXTIES WITH THREE ACTORS THAT I LOVE AND I DON'T KNOW WHY I HAVEN'T WATCHED IT YET.

Speaking of five years ago, I can't believe I've been blogging here for almost five years. You guys have had the great, GREAT privilege of experiencing almost all my teenage years with me. Basically, this means that you should never read any posts in the back-log. I never delete a post, but I really should consider it. Some of my views of the world are hysterical/frightening. Of course, my opinions are constantly in flux. Mainly, I'm just saying don't get mad at old posts. Just count my latest post as my final word on an issue (until the next post).

Now, I'm getting all sentimental about my teenage years. BEST YEARS OF OUR LIVES: ALTERNATE VERSION WHERE DANA ANDREWS WINS ALL THE AWARDS BECAUSE HE DESERVES THEM AND FREDRIC MARCH ALREADY HAS AN OSCAR.

Be seeing you.




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