Posts tagged 1941
Posts tagged 1941
I was just thinking “oh, man, Connie, stop flirting with everything that moves in this movie” and then scolded myself because I thought I was just projecting and then… this happened.
Business as usual, then.
I’d love to see this.
It’s truly, truly terrible and truly, truly unfunny. Connie’s the only good thing about it. I’d even forgotten about the slashy bits because my brain’s been trying to erase the trauma of this movie. I’ll see what I can do, but you guys have been warned.
Agreed. I probably will never understand why Red Buttons was so successful, though admittedly it’s next to impossible to look even halfway good in comparison when you’re in a scene with Connie…and when it’s the all-too-rarely-glimpsed Comedy Connie, it’s basically impossible.
(Also re: this gif—gee, hand porn much? ;)
movie #253 - All Through the Night
May I point out what is horrifyingly wrong with this poster? The size and opacity of Connie’s photo, for a start. (Go ahead, try and find him…I’ll wait.)
The way Torsten leans down with gleaming, mad, evil eyes and spits out the word “love” with such pitying bitterness and afdslkhlassdkasdfjlkjdk;
Oh, here we fucking go with the sexual look and the Connielingus at even inanimate objects again. WHY
Or maybe Bogart just wrote something reeeeeally filthy on that cheque.
Conrad Veidt and Joan Crawford in A Woman’s Face (1941).
Click through for HQ.
This needs to be captioned with “MOTHER OF GOD”
Shit, man, you’re right. The internet doesn’t have enough reaction gifs with Connie on, so here you go. A reaction gif. WITH THOSE LETHAL EYES.
Day is made. :D
Conrad Veidt and Peter Lorre have arrived. Everybody go home.
Last night I dreamt about kissing Connie & was worried I was doing it wrong. He didn’t express any objections, though, & seemed more amused with me than anything else.
“I play a good man…a man of nostalgia for that which he loved most, which is gone.”
Yes. Because there’s nothing painful about a child who has just received burns thanks to adult negligence and oh yeah, he is saying this to a woman who was burnt horribly as a child thanks to adult negligence and then there’s the implied “…he’s not in any pain yet, because, Anna, you are a poor murderess, aren’t you? So when are you going to kill this little brat for me?” and her starting to realise what a complete psychopath she’s dealing with and—just—this movie—the layers—
…and then he has sex with her five minutes later. While the kid is listening. And she can’t help herself.
Because Torsten Barring.