Been a long week, has it? Had to wade through a lot of blurry photos over at Altadenhiker? (The things I could tell you about her … but don’t get me started.)
You deserve a reward.
Screwball comedies of the 30’s fell into two camps: Those with a message and those with no redeeming social value.
I know where I pitch my tent. (Some people aren't embarrassed to say how many times they've watched a favorite movie, but I'll dim the Coleman lantern on that one.)
Here’s a scene from The Awful Truth. Cary Grant and Irene Dunne. Only movie I’ve ever seen Grant trumped in comedic timing.
To set the scene, Cary & Irene are an uber-sophisticated Manhattan couple getting a divorce. But hours before the divorce is finalized, Irene realizes she loves Cary. He's now engaged, and his fiancé is a rich socialite with stuffy friends and family. Irene assumes an identity and crashes the party.
Shake out the fox fur and stir a martini; this one’s in focus.
The Awful Truth
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