Continuum Film Blog

oh davey, happy easter!

I'm a little melancholy today. My parents weren't very religious but but they did religiously celebrate Easter. No matter what or where there was always at least a card for me even after I had gone away to college, and when I was young, I got an Easter basket (made by mom, not store bought) or a stuffed animal. On the air base in Panama I remember going to the officer's club for Sunday brunch. Usually this called for a new dress or lace tights and mom and I would wear hats. Dad wore a springy dress uniform.

Back in New York there would be dinner with the Wilkins and dad would roast a lamb, a ham, a turkey or a fresh ham -- sometimes all of the above! There would be dyed eggs and I would search the house and the yard.

So much nostalgia-- I guess cause I'm sick this weekend and couldn't make the choco-roonies. And mom and dad aren't here...

Here's a little more Easter memorabilia...

 

 

 

 

Still, happily, I have an invite to dinner and many wonderful memories to resurrect!

Happy Easter!

where have you been?

If anyone's out there... You may have noticed that I haven't been posting recently. I've been "concentrating" on my horror blogs for the summer so I've put this place keeper here for a bit.  You can find links to the horror at the side of the page.  BTW, I say they are horror blogs but when I look at real horror bloggers--I'm in awe!  So really, I'm just a Horror dabbler. But I guess I love it...

(btw, TV snow used to scare the heck outta me...)

 

See you @ http://continuumfilmblog.typepad.com/inas_horror_blog/

home sweet homewood...

I like him. He's a little smarmy yet urbane and charming...

I had an excellent dream last night in Freeport.  I dreamt that Gig Young was courting me!  Not sure why he appeared just now but he was welcome! I dig Gig in Twilight Zone's "Walking Distance"--the theme?: You can't go home again and maybe that's what Gig was trying to remind me of. It's a very moving episode. The music is by Bernard Herrmann.

 

"Walking Distance" (1959) directed by Robert Stevens. With Rod Serling, Gig Young, Frank Overton and  Irene Tedrow.

i love jack lalanne's organ!

nice tuffet!

When I think about the time I spent at my grandparent's house in Macon, GA. my favorite memories are of watching my granddaddy's huge b&w cabinet "telly-vision". He also had an old timey wood radio that he would pick up and mime trying to find a signal. I don't recall anyone ever watching the television but me. I used to sneak watching Dark Shadows and Jack LaLanne!  

I loved Jack Lalanne.  I never did the exercises but I found him endlessly entertaining with his black hair, jumpsuit (a one piece outfit? Wow!), and his white German Shepard! (gosh, our shepard, Jag,and granddaddy's dog, Nitro were just regular colors!). But the best thing was that his every move was accompanied by an organ flourish! All the exercise routines had live music. And as you'll hear below, the organist was quite illustrative. It was like Jack was always at his own personal skating rink! RIP Jack Lalanne, God bless'im!

 

peter cushing no.1, the ministry of love...

Peter Gushing (I mean Cushing!)

Don't you even get me started on Horror of Dracula! (above)

Meanwhile, here's intense PC as Winston Smith in the BBC's teleplay of George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four (1954). You can watch it on your home telescreen! 

a new twonky...

(a framegrab the film "The Twonky" from the blog "I'm Leaning To Share")

I'm feeling intimidated by the new tv. It's sort of

dominating the room.  It doesn't seem like the benign

but friendly companion

that I've worked and played with since 2000.

At first I was excited but now I feel a little unnerved like Jane Wyman...

All That Heaven Allows (1955) d. Douglas Sirk

"All the company you want right there on the screen."

wishing you the merriest!

(The Real Dave and Alvin of our youth!)

You know I was in love with cartoon Dave--check out his headphones!

A terrific youtube post--kudos "Alvinfanatic"! 

Merry Christmas!!

continuum: this is christmas in america!

No time to blog!  Not even micro-style, but Miss Velma's Los Angles based, Christmas Drama gives me the Holiday Spirit!

Wonder at Miss Velma's sharpshooting and sensitive inclusion of Native Americans and Hand Organs!  

Adore Him along with the Talking Animals of the Manger (including turtles and raccoons, thus provoking a moment when I humiliated myself with laughing at the screening I saw last year at Light Industry)! 

"I am the Cow. Moo, moo...mooo."

The Golden Eagle Mini-Bus, etc, to follow...

'Tis the Season!

be seeing you!

I suppose I should give AMC's remake of The Prisoner a slight chance but thus far it only makes me nostalgic for lovely Patrick McGoohan's No.6, the candy-colored Village, Rover and special guest star No.2s.

Thus far, the remake seems intent on adding sex, narrative motivation, character psychology and emotions.  To me, what is so special about McGoohan's No.6 is that he is as mysterious as his situation.  We empathize with him and are curious about his predicament but in fact, we don't know him at all. He has resigned, has a cool car and apartment--he has information and is standing up to something and someone but what and who? This lack of information and back-story makes No.6 a character with whom we can easily identify and allows the show to function as "allegorical" as McGoohan describes in the clip below:

I think the idea that McGoohan was rebelling against the very medium and genre that he was working within is a major detail that the remake seems to have missed...

Be seeing you with more later...

"it sounds so romantic and perky..."

A lurked upon facebook conversation reminded me of this song I love by Soupy Sales!

Pakalafaka used to play on the Dr. Demento Radio Show and I recorded it one afternoon with my dad's dictation tape recorder standing in the kitchen in New Rochelle.  Must have been Jr. High School. Between songs on the tape were my screams for silence in the house!

Sing right along!

Pachalafaka, pachalafaka
They whisper it all over Turkey
Pachalafaka, pachalafaka
It sounds so romantic and perky
Oh, I know that phrase
will make me thrill always
For it reminds me of you, my sweet
just the mention of
that tender word of love
gives my heart a jerkish, Turkish beat

I won't say c'est bon
or l'amour toujours
For they can't express what I'm feeling
Even maresydoats or
other foreign quotes
don't seem to be quite so appealing
But pachalafaka! pachalafaka!
takes me back with you to passionate desert scenes
and it's there we'll stay
till the very day
we find out what pachalafaka means

we find out what pachalafaka means

Soupy's so romantic! And he loves the 20s!