Ida Lupino models a silk gown for an admiring illustrator. Film?
Ida Lupino and Jack Benny for Artists and Models (1937)
Freddie and Barrie Chase (who starred next to Bob Mitchum in Cape Fear btw!) rehearsing in his dance studio for “An evening with Fred Astaire”
Rest in Peace William Powell (July 29, 1892 – March 5, 1984)
In March of 1929, when Powell was just beginning his transition from supporting actor to leading man, Photoplay magazine published an article accusing him of stealing every film from his co-stars. In the article he was quick to disagree, maintaining that there was no such thing as “picture stealing”. However, some of his friends and fellow actors offered a different perspective.
"Bill a picture stealer? Of course. He can’t help it. He characterizes so perfectly, studies and prepares for each part he plays. He can’t help but attract the most favorable attention. Why, I know that if Bill were playing a crook, a down-at-the-heel, dirty bum, and he had to appear in a close-up — just a head close-up, mind you — he would see to it that his nails were grimy and unpolished, that his heels were run over and his shoes soiled. And none of those things would appear in the picture. It is Bill’s honesty with himself, his desire to portray perfectly whatever he sets out to play, that prompts him to be so meticulous in his characterizations." — Richard Barthelmess
"I was seated at a desk in one scene of ‘The Last Command’ when I first met Bill Powell. This man came through the door. It was Bill. He was a radical in the picture. I was of the nobility. Instantly I felt ‘here is a man with a soul.’ It shone from his eyes. He walked towards me and I felt that he was a brother actor. He is a kindred spirit. The first kindred spirit with which I have worked since coming to America. It is something from the Lord, that which Bill has. A gift of God. But in addition to this divine gift, Bill is human. That is the combination which makes him a great actor. He is also of the earth. You do not see his face, his eyes, as much as you are aware of his soul when you watch him on the screen. They made of him a villain. And he had the soul of a hero. It is too bad. But it is so. In a year, I think Bill Powell will be the foremost character actor on the screen. Picture stealer he may be, but it all unconscious. He feels his parts because he wants to make them live. That is the way with all great actors. And Bill is one." — Emil Jannings
"La Madone" from Thierry Mugler fall 1984 rtw
Planes, Trains & Automobiles is by far my favorite John Hughes film and it also happens to be my favorite John Candy performance. It’s one of those films that when you first see it, you realize it is good, but later it lingers with you and you realize it is truly great. Roger Ebert said:
“The buried story engine of “Planes, Trains and Automobiles” is not slowly growing friendship or odd-couple hostility (devices a lesser film might have employed), but empathy. It is about understanding how the other guy feels.
Del, we feel, was born with empathy. He instinctively identifies with Neal’s problems. He is genuinely sorry to learn he stole his cab. He is quick to offer help when their flight is diverted to Wichita, Kan., and there are no hotel rooms available. Neal, on the other hand, depends on his credit cards and self-reliance. He wants to make his own plans, book his own room, rent his own car. He spends the movie trying to peel off from Del, and failing; Del spends the movie having his feelings hurt and then coming through for Neal anyway.”
"One night a few years after "Planes, Trains and Automobiles" was released, I came upon John Candy (1950-1994) sitting all by himself in a hotel bar in New York, smoking and drinking, and we talked for a while. We were going to be on the same TV show the next day. He was depressed. People loved him, but he didn’t seem to know that, or it wasn’t enough. He was a sweet guy and nobody had a word to say against him, but he was down on himself. All he wanted to do was make people laugh, but sometimes he tried too hard, and he hated himself for doing that in some of his movies. I thought of Del. There is so much truth in the role that it transforms the whole movie."
Planes, Trains & Automobiles is one of the rare films that makes me cry every time. When John Candy delivers his speech:
“You wanna hurt me? Go right ahead if it makes you feel any better. I’m an easy target. Yeah, you’re right, I talk too much. I also listen too much. I could be a cold-hearted cynic like you… but I don’t like to hurt people’s feelings. Well, you think what you want about me; I’m not changing. I like… I like me. My wife likes me. My customers like me. ‘Cause I’m the real article. What you see is what you get.”
and at the end we find him alone at the L stop and he admits his wife has been dead for years is such a fucking gut punch. A lesser actor/person would have totally botched this scene, but in the end it is one of my favorite moments in film.
short list of actors who have not won an oscar:
- james dean
- johnny depp
- brad pitt
- helena bonham carter
- robert downey jr
- glenn close
- will smith
- samuel l jackson
- liam neeson
- sigourney weaver
- tom cruise
- julianne moore
- ralph fiennes
- laura linney
- ed harris
- gary oldman
now will you please for the love of christ shut up about leonardo dicaprio
James Dean was only in three movies. And Sigourney Weaver is a huge fucking geek, she’ll never get one.
Add to that list: Peter O’Toole, Angela Lansbury, Barbara Stanwyck, Deborah Kerr, Greta Garbo, Charlie Chaplin, Fred Astaire, Cary Grant, Rosalind Russell, Albert Finney, Richard Burton, Robert Mitchum, Marlene Dietrich, Mia Farrow, Donald Sutherland, Claude Rains, etc etc (some of them received honorary Oscars, but those don’t count as far as I’m concerned).
And here are some actors who never got a single nomination: Joseph Cotten, Glenn Ford, Myrna Loy, Bob Hope, Rita Hayworth, Peter Lorre, Marilyn Monroe, Fred MacMurray, Vincent Price, Edward G Robinson, Buster Keaton, Errol Flynn, Dean Martin, Boris Karloff, Jean Harlow, Danny Kaye…
The Oscars are a joke.
Oh, and not to mention Albert fucking Hitchcock. Plus Orson Welles and Stanley Kubrick never won for best director, only screenplay and visual effects, respectively.
Coles Phillips ‘The Magic Hour’ 1924