The day after Thanksgiving and the eternal question…what to do with the leftovers?
Then five days later they’re still some left, and getting less and less attractive every day.
“Well, I got this job offer on Metaluna…”
“I got this job offer on Metaluna…”
Damn. I wish I looked that good Senior year.
Or: “Everyone stop complementing him. It’s just giving him a swollen head.”
This one looks familiar, like I’ve seen it once, briefly, then decided I’d killed enough brain cells for one day. Lady Frankenstein maybe?
Ack, allergic reaction to tryptophan?
Oh-kay…I thought the computer was not posting my comments, and I see I was wrong.
Just another weird day in computer paradise…
That it is. Poor, poor Joseph Cotten…….
Mr. Cotten, you deserved so much better. Know you’ll always be one of the greats in my book!
It’s true. Few have ever attained the heights of Cotten–hard to duplicate co-starring in arguably the greatest film ever made, and outright starring in one of the prime runners-up for the title–only to catch to the depths Cotten saw in his last years.
He kept working, though.
True. And maybe that was all Cotten wanted, really. I don’t remember ever hearing of he and Pat ever having to sell their house for money. I suppose, in the grand scheme of things, Jo had it pretty good. I shudder to think of the actors who ended up on the bottle or destitute. I’ve never heard such hard-luck stories connected to Cotten. That’s something pretty nice, really.
2 MODs in a row that I actually recognize? What is this world coming to?
Who knows? It might have been more fun than working for Orson Welles.
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