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October 6, 1908: the brightest, happiest day in the history of mankind. Carole was born.

Grand Hotel has everything one can hope for: big stars, great director, first-rate production values, arresting cinematography. But it's so desperately boring. And Lionel Barrymore is at his annoying worst.

Rewatching Possessed (1947). Interesting, and a bit far-fetched, that Hollywood would produce a movie about a bad love affair causing schizophrenia. Is it scientifically correct? Do we buy that Crawford goes cuckoo over Heflin? The other Possessed (1931) is far more beautiful.

Our daily Carole.

Good morning. It's the weekend.

The Incredible Shrinking Man (a first-time watch) is visually fun, and for a while quite engaging. Then it runs out of steam until that silly philosophical ending.

One perfect shot (and lots of love).

I'm in love. (Again).

"Get lost Dorothy."

Now showing Taxi Driver on the big screen. A series on New York.

Wonderful. Also, anti-gravity.

One perfect shot.

Garland is becoming more and more of a soothing angel when I’m home and need some comfort from my TV set.

"let's make a comedy together..."

Rewatching In the Good Old Summertime. It’s quite charming, if you just forget The Shop Around the Corner. Judy Garland makes everything work. Van Johnson is very good too, by the way.

because...

One perfect shot.

Carole, Clark, and Myrna in the same photo. Do we need anyone else?

Tired of the same old photos promoting Taxi Driver screenings, so here’s something fresh I dug up.

One perfect shot.

Rewatching The Wings of Eagles, a lesser Ford, if such a thing is possible. He mixes comedy, drama, war, and American history to brilliant effect. Plus, John Wayne and Maureen O’Hara.