a place in the sun.

i've been watching a crapload of movies lately.

a place in the sun is a movie to end all movies.

seriously.

movies like this make me wonder why any other movies even exist. 

why bother?

i've never been a big liz taylor fan. i am clearly more a marilyn gal. but even though liz doesn't exactly appeal to me, one fact is undeniable: she was a fucking fantastic actress.

maybe that's because she got all the good movie roles. i mean, have you seen who's afraid of virginia woolf?

 

clift and taylor are brilliant together. alone, too.

and i really feel fucking sorry for them. especially her. 

as for him, i feel sorry for him. but i also resent him. the way he slouches around.

so awkward and silent. so goddamn stupid about it all.

he is pathetic, is what it is.

he should have just told her that he knocked a bitch up. after all, it happened before they really got together. and she LOVED him. she would have understood.

speaking of a bitch...

 

i could not for the life of me find a picture or youtube video that did justice to this dame.

if i resented clift a little, shelley winters made me want to throw up.
unlike some, i did not sympathize. how could i?
yes, she was knocked up by a guy who didn't love her. but she was so utterly disgusting
repulsive
that i could not feel a thing.

the boat scene is the stuff that nightmares are made of.
and i don't mean the drowning part.

so at the end of the day, you gotta give it up to winters.
any actor who can make you physically sick

is a genius.

bad taste.

kate moss once said: nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.

and while that sentiment is puke-worthy, it is probably at least partially
accurate.

food is marvelous. but taste is fleeting.
and skinny... lasts foreverrrrrrrrrr.

at least until you quit drugs and kick the anorexia.

can i just say that i am completely sicktodeath of skinny bitches. seriously. i'm sick of stick-figure glorifications on TV, in movies, in ads, on the street. in my dreams. on my jeans.

if i were to have one thing for 2010, it would be a fucking revolution.
feminism has not come that far.

skinny is nothing more than fashion: when it's in, it feels so right. but were it to go OUT (ie. like bellbottom jeans), we wouldn't want it anymore. i think that it is that easy.

as always, marilyn is proof:

for the record. she was pregnant at the time of these photos. but she still looks fucking amazing. and everyone at the time thought so too!

mirror mirror.

i adore norma jean.

but wasn't marilyn just norma jean all growed up?

god, remember that horrific "norma jean and marilyn" movie. they actually had ashley judd play norma and christina fucking applegate (wtf!) play marilyn... if memory serves me correctly.

i know that people talk about some magical transformation that happened. but really. she got an agent and dyed her hair.

she was always norma.

snapshots like this one prove it.