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Hubba Hubba #2

A belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to each and every one of you!

 

And it is again my great pleasure to bring you my answer to Dirty Harry’s Place Daily Hubba-Hubba. The other week (and thanks to all who gave props) I was thrilled to present my all favorite actor/movie star, Russell Crowe, in the role that made him a star in the United States: Bud White of LA Confidential.

 

Today, let us go back in time a bit as I go with another all-time favorite and here’s hoping that once more, you approve. I’m just afraid that there were so many lovely photographs of him, I couldn’t choose only one so….
 
All Photographs Courtesy of TheMave.com
 
 

He was the original Tasmanian Devil, years before his studio, Warner Brothers, created the hyperactive animated one. He was the original sexy Australian bad boy, decades before the tabloids christened Kiwi Russell Crowe with that moniker, and he was born over fifty years before New Zealand gave the world the future Gladiator.

 

He was the first actor I developed a crush on, winging his way into the heart of a ten-year-old watching The Adventures of Robin Hood for the first time on some later late show (and not long after I saw his ‘cameo’ in one of the best efforts given by another Warner superstar named Bugs Bunny).
 

Only years later did I realize how incredibly beautiful that face was, and how this was a perfect example of movies preserving for eternity that fleeting moment in time. As a child, all I could think was that he was nice looking, although my grandmother – who had a passion for movies as well -- would still smile fondly and tell me of the times she first saw him at ‘the pictures,’ and how the women would swoon as they had a decade before over the likes of Valentino. It is very easy to see why.

 

Even now, an unbelievable seventy-plus years later, one looks at him…and let’s admit it, that is one of the most breathtaking faces to ever appear on the silver screen. Despite the overabundance of alleged sex symbols today (and it is so easy for Hollywood and the drive-by media to grant that title to every George, Brad, Tom, Shia and whatever else may come along, deserving or not), few – if any – in Movie Girl’s humble opinion will ever come close to dethroning the most dashing swashbuckler of all time (the mighty Fairbanks notwithstanding).

 

Until we see what Ridley Scott’s Nottingham will signify (with Russell Crowe rumored to be playing both Robin and the Sheriff), there is only one Robin Hood to welcome us to Sherwood (and it is not the notorious Prince of Thieves from the heyday of Mr. Costner). There is only one outlaw to disguise himself to enter Prince John’s archery tournament – and accept the prize from the hand of the beautiful Maid Marion (Olivia DeHavilland, his finest costar). There is only one Saxon to again do battle with a deliciously wicked Basil Rathbone (a foe in several Flynn movies).
Errol Flynn may be one of the best things to appear in a pair of leggings in forever! *vbg*
 
Before Maximus Decimus Meridias went from being a general to a slave to a gladiator that defied an empire, we had a doctor who became a slave who became a pirate who defied an empire, and that was Captain Blood; and of course, if we were again Olivia DeHavilland, how could we resist purchasing said slave…and then wondering of our fate when the former slave turned good pirate rescues us from the bad pirates. Captain Jack Sparrow – your days are definitely numbered!
 
 If we are Flora Robson’s Queen Elizabeth I, there is only one man we would look to when it comes to protecting our beloved England from the dominion of Spain…and that is the dashing Sea Hawk, Captain Geoffrey Thorpe. (The author at The Mave calls The Sea HawkVery likely the greatest sea adventure film of all time, and arguably the best of all of Flynn's movies.” Okay, I will agree on it possibly being Flynn’s best. The greatest sea adventure? Oh Movie Girl’s heart would have to rank Master and Commander: the Far Side of the World #1), but hey, they could tie for first place, and there’s nothing like two incredibly loyal, patriotic, brave, courageous, handsome and heroic English sea captains protecting their nation against the French or the Spanish navies. Geoffrey Thorpe is – in many ways – the Elizabethan version of  Nelson-era Captain Jack Aubrey…and it is difficult to resist either one although they have differing personalities. Thorpe may be my favorite of Flynn’s characters, with Robin Hood running a very close second. The Sea Hawk – in terms of great adventure movies – is a tight runner up to my beloved Raiders of the Lost Ark.
 

And it is hard not to consider sharing one’s kingdom with the likes of Flynn’s Earl of Essex (who is not exactly the historic Earl of Essex). Must have made it very hard for Bette Davis’ Queen Elizabeth I who ends up…well, I’ll let you check out the movie for yourself and find out. Even this Tudor England buff likes this one, inaccuracies and all, and it is one of the best older woman-younger man pairings ever.

 

So this week’s salute is to the most striking Tasmanian Devil of them all. Hard living, hard drinking, lover, devil, bad boy, a true screen idol, a man’s man who lived a man’s life – this is a comet that shows no signs of burning itself out, even seven decades after his Robin Hood won our hearts.

 

Merry Christmas to my first ‘love’.

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My First HUBBA, HUBBA (for the ladies out there)

Movie Girl's been busy this morning/afternoon while Rush currently plays in the background. I'm counting the days until my vacation begins, and trying to find something to brighten what has been a gloomy, dark day here at home. Hard to believe it's nearly 1 in the afternoon. So I thought...why not play around and find the first of my Hubba Hubba pics...so here we go....

Oh! A bit of explanation. Over on one of my favorite blogs, Dirty Harry's Place, he started what he calls his daily Hubba Hubba. Like most men, he has an eye for the beautiful, and once upon a time, there were women in Hollywood that were true and often unique beauties, many of them fine talents as well, but lovely, sexy, the kind that sent men's hearts racing. Many female movie stars today are so cookie cutter and after a while, their looks and even their names start to seem similar. So Harry, bless him, started running pictures of I guess the Hollywood female stars that make him go...well...'Hubba Hubba.' But no males. Okay, I'll give him that. Harry is -- after all -- a man, but there are women that comment on his site too...and our desire to see sexy men has gone unfulfilled. So I decided to 'counter' Harry (no insult to you DH) by beginning my own Hubba Hubba pics: the male actors and movie stars of both the past and the present who send my own heart racing and often send me into a swoon when I see their photographs or watch their movies again and again. I can't promise to post a new one every single day, but I'll at least give you ladies one a week, along with why....

So enough words for a moment....Here's hoping you approve and since I can't find (yet) how to actually post a photo to Townhall, you can find my 'moment' right here:

http://movie-girl987.livejournal.com/

Oozing sex appeal and a raw natural talent rarely seen in today's movies, he was christened "the new Brando,' a man who can metamorph from one movie to another until you could often place his characters side by side and only see the slightest resemblance.

New Zealand's son, now a native of Australia, he had made numerous movies -- some in Australia, a couple for American markets (appearing alongside such stars as Denzel Washington, Gene Hackman, Sharon Stone, Leonardo DiCaprio) -- but it was Curtis Hanson's powerful adaptation of LA Confidential that put him on the map for most of us in the United States. I saw this movie in January 1998, feeling that this would be the Oscar competition for Titanic. I was right. When the dust settled, only one person in Hanson's movie had won an Academy Award nomination and the award for best supporting. Not a single man from LAC was nominated, especially not the man now best known as Maximus in Gladiator.

Bud White is one of my all-time favorite characters in movies. When I first saw LAC, I thought Bud little more than a thug and a bully and a deep down racist. But as the movie continued, as I considered it more and more, I realized that in other hands, the character could have been just that in the simplest one-dimensional terms. But what we got, thanks to Crowe's interpretation, was a man who cares for women and despises their mistreatment (as seen in his very first scene or when he rescues the kidnapped Mexican girl who has been raped -- watch how he tenderly covers her naked body); as someone who has no problem rooting out the corruption in the LA, but begins to hate that he is treated -- by his own department -- as nothing but a brainless, muscular enforcer...when he knows he'd be a good detective if given a chance. He thinks he's dumb and stupid, but somehow gets one step ahead of the "smart" guys in the movie, by becoming a real investigator. We hate many of his methods (shooting an unarmed, naked guy in cold blood and then falsifying evidence), but in a way, we understand why our world often needs a Bud White. And hey, he even gets the girl!

So massive kudos to my first Hubba Hubba and this Movie Girl's all-time favorite actor inside a movie star's body: Academy Award winner, Russell Crowe.
 
 
 
 
 
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Since Dirty Harry's Place has his hubba, hubba...(female)....

I'm seriously thinking about once in a while, posting my own version of his 'hubba hubba.' His, of course, features some of the most beautiful women to ever grace the silver screen (I don't think he's had one past 1970, has he? LOL).
 
But I'd have to feature the handsomest male stars to ever grace the silver screen. Okay, I have a pretty good idea of who I may start with, but I need to build up some of my collection so I have a nice selection to put on here. If you have any suggestions (yes, Russell Crowe is at the top of the list *bg* LOL) let me know and I'll see about including them. I don't think I have time to post a male version of 'hubba hubba' every single day the way Harry does, but I can try to get some going on a regular basis.
 
PS: Until he leaves to go join a new website I believe in January, Dirty Harry can be found at http://www.dirtyharrysplace.com. It's worth a read a lot of times. I usually check him out daily.
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A Symphony of Love Lost and Redeemed...Sunrise arrives at last!

I was just over on Dirty Harry's Place a little while ago and was actually smiling my head off when I realized that he was commenting and posting a review on the ninth of December release of a massive box set entitled Murnau, Borzage and Fox Box Set. It's a massive collection of at least twelve DVD's and on Amazon running about $179.00, a deal when you look at the retail price.

Now some of you may be asking what the heck is a Murnau, a Borzage and a Fox, let alone a box set. Well *bg* a Borzage is a Frank Borzage, one of the movie industry's early directors and the man who brought us such movies as Janet Gaynor's Seventh Heaven. A Fox is William Fox, the name of the founder of the studio that later became known as Twentieth Century Fox, and while not as well know as say Louis B. Mayer, Samuel Goldwyn or the Warner Brothers, he was still influential (although that influence unfortunately met with tragedy). And a Murnau is F.W. Murnau...Friedrich Wilhelm Murnau (a name that now graces a movie restoration company in Europe), a German director who gave the world Nosferatu, Faust and The Last Laugh, and like so many Europeans before and since -- Von Stroheim, Fritz Lang, Alfred Hitchcock -- he came to America, bringing imagination, a brilliant eye, a passion for film, and a talent and vision Hollywood might have often seen, but perhaps was unable to imitate or capture. (I will set aside until another time my sadness at the destruction of the epic Greed.).
 
And he gave us Sunrise. Sunrise is best known as being the only motion picture to win the Motion Picture Academy's Oscar for Unique and Artistic Production, and having it tie with Wings as best picture.
 
I've seen Wings. I really like Wings. I recommend Wings.
 
I love and live Sunrise. So if there is ever an occasion for me to find someone else that loves it as much as I, I can't help but smile and nod and say 'You're absolutely right!' That was how I felt when I saw Dirty Harry's comments.

I posted my comments there...and I'm reposting them here, only because I don't feel that I can capture for a second time the off-the-cuff remarks I made upon reading what he wrote. All I can say is that everything he said about Sunrise is not an exaggeration. It is honestly something you have to see for yourself. But here's what I posted, and I'm hoping that the link I posted above will trackback to his full review.

I still remember the first time I saw 'Sunrise', and it was in the days before such things as Netflix came along to satisfy this movie buff's passion for silent movies.  I lucked out and found a VHS copy at a local video store that specializes in silents, foreign flicks and other unusual movies. In fact, they got so used to my tastes in films that they would offer recommendations each time I came in ('If you liked such and such, how about "Dr. Mabuse"?' Or 'I know how much you loved "Rashomon..."...') One day they asked me if I was familiar with 'Sunrise.' I knew Murnau -- had seen his magnificent 'Faust' and of course 'Nosferatu' and the clerk assured me that once I saw 'Sunrise' everything I loved about movies would be changed forever.

He was right. I literally ate up every camera movie, each bit of lighting, the way Murnau wove a story; was so caught up in the story of The Man and His Wife that I watched it a second time when I was done...and then regrettably returned it to the video store. The only other silent movie that affected me in such a powerful manner was Von Stroheim's 'Greed,' which I saw shortly afterwards, a two hour version on VHS. And again I was stunned that moviemaking was ever, ever the way it was represented by 'Greed' and 'Sunrise.' But 'Sunrise' most of all.

A couple of Christmases ago, I opened a package and found a note -- dictated by my 'baby' sister -- and saying "this was on your Amazon wish list and I hope it's what I want. They say this version comes from South Korea, but it's the only thing I could find on Marketplace." It was 'Sunrise,' the Fox special edition released a few years ago on DVD; one of those deals where you get a movie for free or little or nothing if you buy 100  movies on their list. The packaging was out of South Korea, (my sister found the copy domestically, and they said it was from a supplier in SK but one of the Fox special releases), but the movie was pristine, and once again, I drank it all in the way I would a favorite wine, savoring every single moment as if the movie didn't belong to me and would have to be returned. I think there were times I honestly imagined I had seen it all those years before. Boy was I wrong.

And unlike some movies that affect you once or twice, and then you see it again some time later and wonder 'What the heck was I thinking?' thankfully it wasn't the same with 'Sunrise.' I had the same emotional slam to my mind and especially my soul. I think it is one of the most beautifully romantic movies ever put on film, and my one fear is that modern Hollywood will rediscover it and have some hack director hire a bunch of hack writers and hack actors, and destroy everything that made it what it was.

Sorry to have gone on so long, but thanks DH for bringing this to everyone's attention and for letting me write my own memories. I have already told a friend of mine that she MUST put this on her Netflix queue! (I hope she's listening LOL). I suppose if I had to list my all-time favorite, top 5 silent movies they would be pretty much in order:

1) Sunrise (F.W. Murnau)

2) Greed (Erich von Stroheim)

3) Metropolis (Fritz Lang)

4) City Lights (Charles Chaplin)

5) The Thief of Bagdad (with Douglas Fairbanks)
 
And there are others I love as well: Lon Chaney (Senior) in The Unknown and Laugh Clown Laugh; Chaplin's The Gold Rush; Griffith's Orphans of the Storm; the dashing Fairbanks in The Mark of Zorro; Cecil B. DeMille, showing us he could capably handle a drawing room sex comedy as well as he later would his Biblical epics. I've seen Garbo -- young and plump -- blossoming in the snows of Sweden as she graced the screen in Gosta Berling's Saga, before she was ever known in America. I watched American Louise Brooks (one of the loveliest actresses ever) leave the U.S. and find fame as Lulu in Pandora's Box. And I still think that Valentino -- dancing the tango in the powerful Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse; seducing Agnes Ayres in The Shiek; playing the arrogant bullfighter in Blood and Sand; lovingly wooing the great Gloria Swanson in Beyond the Rocks; giving what might be his greatest performance in Cobra -- is one of the handsomest, sexiest men to ever appear on a screen.
 
But I always come back to Sunrise. I guess that any time I look at many of today's movies - both from Hollywood and elsewhere -- and wonder why they are such a bloody mess, I like to think that once upon a time, there was a director named F.W. Murnau, and whereas his Nosferatu was a symphony of horror, Sunrise was his symphony of love lost and love redeemed.
 
If you can't afford the box set, it's at Netflix and Blockbuster Online, along with the other movies in the box set. One of these days I'll get around to seeing Seventh Heaven and perhaps a few of the others, especially the other work by Murnau. But when I finally go on vacation, I'm planning on renting this new edition of Sunrise, (although I still own that version that was my Christmas gift), knowing deep down it will again be one of those movie experiences that come around way too rarely. I hope that when you finally see it too, you will know what I mean. I don't think you'll ever regret it.
 
PS: Bring tissues.
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