Showing posts with label Reviews. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reviews. Show all posts

Friday, 25 February 2011

I'm fanatical about Fanatic....


Hello my lovelies!
I was slightly bored last night and began flipping through the options in the 'free movie' section of On Demand. I found a title that made me do a little happy dance: Die! Die! My Darling!...or Fanatic, as it was titled in it's UK release. This was a film I'd originally found a couple of years ago on youtube and watched a couple of times. This was a chance to watch again!
It's a Hammer film, my favourite studio, released in 1965. As usually happens, the cast caught my eye first: Tallulah Bankhead as the title 'Fanatic', Stephanie Powers, and a young Donald Southerland
as the mentally disabled...somebody...it really never reveals his relationship to the family, so I'm really not sure!
It begins when Patricia (Stephanie Powers) comes to England with her new fiance Allen. We soon learn that this isn't Patricia's first engagement. Her first was to a man named Steven who passed away.

Steven's mother had asked that if Patricia was ever in England, that she should come visit her. And that's just what Patricia does....which we the audience can already sense is a huge mistake.
When she gets to the home of Steven's mother, Mrs Trefoile, she discovers that the woman is religious, VERY religious. Almost puritanical in her beliefs and habits. She won't allow mirrors, makeup, perfume, or even the colour red ("the devil's colour") in her home....yeah, that's right folks, she's looking more and more of a nutter every minute!
One of the things that impressed me about this film was Tallulah Bankhead's ability and willingness to look, well, old and ugly. Let's face it, she was one of the most beautiful women of the '20s and '30s. And she was still beautiful in the mid '60s when this was made.

I remember hearing a Bette Davis quote once about how you could tell a good actress when she's not afraid to play unattractive women. Well, then Tallulah is a great just based on her 'Mrs. Trefoile'.
I won't go into great detail about the plot, as you simply MUST watch the film to appreciate it and I'd hate to ruin the story for you with spoilers. I'll only say that Mrs. Trefoile is not only a Jesus freak, she's also certifiable...and so are her horny handyman, Harry (played by the great Peter Vaughan), and his long suffering wife, Anna (Yootha Joyce, later of Man About The House), who is the muscle behind Mrs. Trefoile's violent threats.
As a Vintagista, I have to admit that one of the loveliest things about the film are Patricia's clothes. The candy floss pink coat that she wears in the opening scenes is just gorg....as is the car she drives to Mrs. Trefoile's!

She wears a chic little wine coloured, sheer sleaved mini dress to dinner that I would Die! Die! for!

Even the 'conservative' outfits are gorgeous. I love the brown oversized sweater and A-line brown skirt paired with the oh-so-chic leopard print headscarf.

Then there's the frothy pink number that Anna pulls out of Patricia's suitcase when...oh, nevermind...I said no spoilers!!
If you lot haven't seen this before, I highly recommend it. If you have, I recommend seeing it again. This was my third viewing and it really was just as good as the first two times I saw it!
Right now it's on Comcast On Demand in the free movie section. If you don't have Comcast...well, it's availible on Amazon, but a little pricey....or you can cheat and just watch it on youtube.
Here's a great bunch of snippits from early on in the film...so don't worry, no spoilers!....

Sunday, 2 January 2011

This Bird Has Flown...

To begin this blog, my darlings, I've moved a couple of posts from 'Valley of The Dolls', my portfolio blog on Wordpress as I feel that they make more sense here....not to mention the format is ever so much nicer here for this sort of thing! I've also added a fab sound track to go along with:



Originally published 16 February, 2010

This Bird Has Flown...

...but if you were lucky, you didn't miss it! 'Miss What?', I hear all of you in the Peanut Gallery shouting! 'Why, the Beatles To Bowie exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery', says Dolly!



Though it regrettably ended the 24th of last month, I'm only now getting around to writing about the sugar-coated goodness experienced by all, including your beloved narrator.

As a self-proclaimed nut (macadamia, to be precise) about music of the 1960's, I couldn't wait to see what the NPG had in store! It turned out to be a treasure trove of portraits featuring all the pretty young things of the decade from bubblegum pop to glam rock, dedicated followers of fashion all.




All of my favourite bands were represented, of course. The Rolling Stones (goodness me, how I adore Mick Jagger!) had a very strong showing, and rightfully so. Such a fantastic looking band! Very photogenic those boys were and always well put together.



This brings me to my pet peeve #1 about bands today: Most of them don't look like bands. The portraits in this exhibition prove more than anything else, that it's just as important how you look as how you sound. A band's look should be cohesive. They should look as though they could go on stage at any minute of the day. If you're rehearsing in you mum's garage or playing the Royal Albert, you should look amazing!

Probably the most famous example of how an artist should live the part would be another of the loves of my life (sorry, Mick, you're not the one and only, I'm afraid) who had a very good showing in the exhibition...David Bowie.



The Ziggy Stardust character should be a model to any artist who is up and coming in the industry. We desperately want you to be amazing and eccentric, darlings! Give us a show!

Right, so that's the end of my music/fashion tangent for the day. ''Thank Julie Andrews for that!', I hear you all sigh to one another just loud enough that I may get the hint...

...and I have, my little bumblebees and shall now only speak of lovely, fluffy thoughts for the rest of the post!



Some of the other highlights were a terrific pic from '65 of Cilla Black posing in a window wearing an absolutely luscious purple and white frock with the most brill little grape mary janes! I want the outfit, but more than anything, I think I want that haircut! She looks amazingly mod and may have become my new aspirational dolly of the month!

I also fell in lovezies with Jimmy Page all over again in a Mankowitz photo from 1966. The jacket, the shoes, the hair...utter perfection.

As a private in the Carnabetian army, I of course went head over Cuban heels for the photo of that lovely of lovelies, David Jones Bowie in all his glory, Chelsea boots, slim fit striped trousers and all. Next to him is Jeanette, looking every bit the mod in an exquisite mini dress and boots...not so crazy about the boots personally, but WOW, what a frock!

This emersion in my favourite decade unfortunately came to an end and I was forced back into this century and into the dreary, drizzly Friday afternoon, but not before visiting the exhibition store and stocking up on goodies. I picked up some fab books that I will no doubt be reviewing at some point in our blindingly bright future together, along with some great mod jewelry and a cute little pocket mirror...none of which I needed, but sometimes we must surrender to 'want', mustn't we, poppits?



'Twas then off to have churros in Leicester Square and dream of boys with shaggy hair and Beatle boots and girls with back combed hair and scooter dresses...

DollyBird