I tuned in on the middle of some lesser Baldwin's account of a phantom bellhop, but watched all of Tempestt Bledsoe's story about a dead relative warning her to get out of a hotel room that was about to catch fire. Tracy Nelson (who I've always quite liked) is now talking about Erroll Flynn's haunted house, where the Nelson family lived for a short time.
So the thing about this show is that the stories are re-enacted by re-enactors to illustrate the experience of actual actors. Wacky! Said re-enacting takes all the spookiness out of the retelling and, honestly, who hires these people? The guy they picked for Erroll Flynn was a pimply insult!
Anyway, anyway... about yesterday. It was lovely, particularly since none of us went outside at all for hours. Here are some thoughts about the program.
But she won an Academy Award for her performance in this film, which I can understand. Sort of. As a film, All the King's Men is better as a book.
Also, none of us could believe that Franchot Tone was only in his mid-50s at the time because he looked like a corpse, and George Grizzard needed to work on his Inside Voice.
Of course, there's much more to The Manchurian Candidate than the improbable beginnings of the romance between Frank Sinatra's character and Janet Leigh's, but that's what we all talked about.
Unlike Mercedes McCambridge, Angela Lansbury is delightful to hate! Chilling!
Tip: if you can watch this film with someone who grew up in a Soviet Republic, you'll get a lot more of the jokes between the Chinese and the Russians.
The most disturbing parts of course were the love scenes between William Holden and Faye Dunaway. Just ick. And ickier than the supposed reverse ick of Sunset Boulevard, Bill, don't you see that?
Plus what kind of idiot would leave Beatrice Straight for that skinny, mean thing with the bad lower teeth? There was a Brit in attendance who pointed it out, I might add, so come on — get caps!