Will "The Mummy" Find Poppy?????????????????????????

                                                   Find out with all of us, this Saturday night, as Svengoolie presents Hammer's 1959 version of "The Mummy."

                                                   It should be fun, but it will not be as brilliant  as Universal's 1932 version of the  film,  starring Boris Karloff as Imhotep, and Zita Johann, as Helen Grosvenor, a kind of forerunner to Princess Ananka.  The opening scene, where Imhotep is tortured, tongue cut out, mummified,  and, I think, entombed alive, remains one of my most vivid  horror  film  memories.

                                                      Even with Christopher Lee, as  Kharis,  and  Yvonne Furneaux, as the Princess Ananka figure, I am not sure this will pass muster, but with color and blood added, I am  sure Kerwyn  and Company will  be on hand,  to liven  things  up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                         So, join us this Saturday eve, for some Egyptian fun!

                                                          And don't use up the masking tape.

                                                           Just  in  case, dears!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

See What I Mean, Girls???????????????????

                                           If one subscribes,  as I  do, to  the Gospel According To ANNA, this should be an acceptable interview outfit.   I  think the time will come, when this will be.  Slowly, with the help of ANNA, and other designers, men are slowly, and rightfully, stepping up alongside women in fashion.

                                              Personally, I  would toss the glasses for a more traditional look, then ditch the pattern for a solid color--red, or,  in my case, orange!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  To match my orange cap!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                  I  think  ANNA  would love  it!  

                                                  The trick  is getting  "FORBES," "The New York  Times," and "The New Yoker,"  to love  this,  too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                      The time is coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 

The Opening Shot Of This Silk Oat Milk Commercial Always Makes Me Think Of Stephen King's "Children Of The Corn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

                                         Can you imagine, darlings?  "Children Of The Corn," in print, was one of  King's best stories,  one that today serves as a metaphor for all things cultish, like NXIVM, and, of  course, Scientology, and The Landmark Forum.

                                            Everyone  remembers the 1984 film version of  "Children Of The Corn."  The reason for that is its chilling  opening scene, where, one  Sunday, after church, the town's children murder the adults  in a brutal  massacre.  The teen aged waitress is the most sadistic, by poisoning the coffee.

                                               The film  goes downhill from there.  And did  you know  there was a  TV movie  remake  in 2009????????????    I checked  out some  of it--forget  it.

                                                If you really want to  see  "Children Of The Corn,"  at its  purest and most distilled,  I refer  you, girls, to  the 1983 "Disciples Of The Crow," which is shorter,  more understated,  and yet creepy as can be.  

                                                    Just shows that less is more, darlings!

                                                    I so wanted to bring you the 1983 film  on here,  for you to view.  I suggest you go to  YouTube, where it is, and see how well an adaptation of this work was actually made, before what is considered the more  renowned  one!

                                                    Indeed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy Bastille Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Would Madam Defarge Have Been A Trumper????????????????????????????

                                      Everyone  is  free to disagree,  but I  don't think  so,  darlings.  While it is true,  as  I have said, that the Trump  clan demonstrates one does not  have to be  poor to  be  considered  White Trash, nevertheless, they are  the  aristocracy.  And if it is one thing  Madam Defarge hated, it  was  the  aristocracy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                        Who  could forget her?   The liveliest thing  in Dickens' "A Tale Of Two Cities."  Surprisingly, for  all  she is extolled as a  literary icon,  she really does not go  into  action  until the final third  of the  book.   Yet, she casts  a spell over the entire story, just Margaret Hamilton's Wicked Witch Of The West did in  "The Wizard Of Oz."

                                           Madam Defarge would have throttled Trump!

                                            So,  let  us all remember her on  this day, and  how we  need her!

So, What Would I Ask ANNA??????????????????

                                       Well, it would be this--

                                        ANNA, darling,  why can't men get away with interesting fashions?  Why do they always have to show up at job interviews, looking like gray flannel suit types, or  morticians?  Even I did  this, back in the day, and I HATTED it!

                                        Now, just look at this outfit by Alexander McQueen!  This is more like  me, darlings--and it has  a  touch of Cecil Beaton,  too--but I  would like it done over in orange,  which is  my favorite/signature color.  Save for Winter,  I never go outside, without an orange hat.

                                          Workplaces  are changing!  Isn't it time the men had a chance?

Can This Urban Legend Actually Be True??????????????????????????????????

                                           I am sure, darlings, you have heard the legend that if a monkey is placed in front of a typewriter, or, these days, a computer keyboard, it will eventually write "Hamlet."

                                            I have more faith in that one than the following.

                                             First,  what is it  about Joan Didion?  First Dan Levy, and now  Greta Gerwig, call her their inspiration?  Am I missing something, here?  Or is miring oneself in depression a  prerequisite for success?  Sure, it did wonders for Sylvia Plath, but if  alive today, she would be 89, and  who knows what she might have produced?????????????

                                                So, I don't get Joan.  Worse,  I consider Hemingway to be vastly overrated. I only got through two of his books, as I was required to read  them--"The Old Man And The Sea," in high school, and "Green Hills Of Africa," in  college.  On my own, I gave  "A Farewell To Arms" a try,  knowing some considered it  one of the great romantic  novels.  I  could  not  finish  the last sixty pages.

                                                     Is it any wonder I  question the notion bandied about that Joan Didion acquired her writing style by sitting down at a typewriter, and typing out Ernest Hemingway's "The Sun Also Rises?"  I think  this is some kind of  urban legend; I admit  I am  slightly intrigued to try Didion and  Hemingway--but not till after the colonoscopy, if then.

                                                       I'd just as soon type out "Valley Of The Dolls!"

                                                       As Christine Penmark says, at the close of Act One of "The Bad Seed," "No, it can't be true.  It can't be true!"

Girls, Here Are Just SOME Of The SoHo Stores I Have GOT To Visit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                  Girls, I figure it this way.  With NY Theater dead right now, and hopes of  it coming back, why not spend the time that would have been there, by visiting all  the designer outlets in  SOHO,  shopping for things desperately needed, seeing all the couture, and maybe even  meeting  some  of  the designers?  Wouldn't that be simply divine,  girls???????????????

                                    Then, when ready to return uptown to the theater, we will simply look our best.  People will, literally, stare at us.

                                    Something to look forward to, after my colonoscopy.  If  I can get some designer fashions out of this wretched procedure, it might be worth  it.

                                         And who knows?  Maybe an ANNA sighting--if she is in town!!!!!!!!!!!!