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Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Charge!
Arsenic and Old Lace, is one of my favorite Halloween movies, but it surprises me that so many people never heard of this Frank Capra classic.
Uncle Teddy is a cRaZy old loon who has convinced himself he's TR. He screams "Charge!" every time he runs up the steps. Before long, everyone is doing it, even Cary Grant. Now, whenever someone screams "Charge!", I'm reminded of those likable serial killers.
Charge!
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Vague flashback to a "three-line"(?) part in a high school play of the same name back in maybe 1980?? I think a girl had something to do with me getting involved in it.
ReplyDeleteBernie,
ReplyDeleteYou're getting some Elderberry wine from me for Christmas ;)
Trailers really have changed over time, haven't they? The one you posted is literally selling the movie. Today, trailers seem aimed more at entertainment and special effects.
ReplyDeleteI wonder what they'll be like 40 years from now.
my favorite quotes from this play:
ReplyDelete-"I'm not a brewster. I'm the son of a seacook"
-"And I'm not a cab driver. I'm a coffee pot."
-"Hello, operator? Can you hear my voice? You can? Are you sure? Well, then I must be here."
-"Certainly there are 13 bodies in the cellar and there are hundreds more in the attic."
-"Usually I'm Mortimor Brewster, but I haven't been myself today."
"Yes, operator, I'd like the Happy Dale Sanatorium, Happy Dale, New York. Come on, operator, what's taking so long? They're just across the river. I could swim it faster! No, I don't want the Happy Dale Laundry. I want the Happy Dale Sanatorium. Sanatorium, sanatorium, sanatorium. Yes, yes, like a broken record. Hello - what? They're busy? Busy? Look, they're busy and you're dizzy. No, I am not drunk, madam, but you've given me an idea."
ReplyDeletewhat I love is that the play makes my family seem sane. No small task.
ReplyDeleteA true classic in every sense of the word.