The other day I was talking with an aspiring screenwriter about great film actors. I mentioned Clark Gable, Joan Crawford, Cary Grant, Bette Davis, Audrey Hepburn, John Wayne, Kirk Douglas, and Marilyn Monroe. The aspiring screenwriter, a young woman, told me that she’d heard of them, seen a lot of their photos on the internet, but had “never actually watched any of their movies.”
I probed further and discovered that in spite of not screening any of these actors’ films, the aspiring screenwriter had formed definite impressions of these “old actors.” Clark Gable was a “real he-man,” Cary Grant “delicious,” Audrey Hepburn “definitely sweet”, John Wayne “that cowboy guy,” and Marilyn Monroe “unbelievably beautiful but like totally tragic.”
It seems to me that national elections follow the same principal. Through fleeting visual glimpses and disconnected bits of information the public gains a strong impression of a candidate, and that image determines what happens in the voting booth — at least for the low-information voter.
Republicans are, by nature and ideology, wedded to the idea of experience as a necessary prerequisite for public office. We talk about a candidate’s fine record as a pro-business office-holder. Or we delve into the amazing personal history of Marco Rubio, or Ben Carson, their up-from-the-bootstraps American success story, and expect rational voters will also be carried along by these inspirational narratives.
But as the aspiring screenwriter’s knowledge of movie acting begins with the cast of Seinfeld and ends with Channing Tatum, many citizens fixate on an ahistorical image. Barack Obama had no record at all. But he had a trim figure, a generous smile, custom made Brooks Bros. suits, and a skin pigment that translated into an image of glamour that was hugely appealing to the American public.
Aware of the importance of image, Hillary Clinton regularly goes under the knife which deducts about 20-years worth of wrinkles and sagging skin from her face. Her dumpy pant suits translate into business attire for the busy gal. Vogue magazine, at the height of MonicaGate, understood that Hillary needed, um, work, and slapped her on the cover with a makeover that was, even by Vogue’s standards, insane.
So: forget experience and accomplishments. The Republican who projects the right kind of glamour with a compelling personal narrative is the one who can beat Hillary. Her image is deeply compromised by her pay-for-play political operation disguised as a charity. And her severe lack of charm is becoming ever more apparent as she shleps her way through the initial stages of her presidential campaign.
Anyway, here are some images to enjoy over the weekend.
Altarpiece, No. 1, Group X, Altarpiece Series
1915.
At first I was aghast at the screenwriter story, then very sad – basically sad at the stupidity. Why get into a business that you care so little about – if you cared even a little you would have interest in film from the beginning to the present.
Anyway, has there ever been a bad photo of the beautiful Norma/Marilyn? I think not!
And thank you for a photo of Irene Dunn; she is my number 1 and I’m passing that love to my granddaughter (after Guardians of the Galaxy of course).
Your “aspiring screenwriter” story tells me all I need to know about the quality of too many movies lately.
Wait. Ingrid Bergman? At first glance, I would have guessed Ingmar Bergman. Not a terribly flattering photo.
Beautiful pictures as always, Robert. Still trying to fathom an “aspiring screenwriter” who had never screened any of the films of these cinema immortals.
Have you thought of putting a list together for these aspirants with a list of movies to screen, and what is being taught from a screenwriting view in these movies?
Hi Robert
Just checking in as I’ve done every few years
Love the blog and I intend to follow
Shoes on the Danube Promenade
is chilling: the calm aftermath of unthinkable horror
Each pic needs a long conversation
It’s been more than a generation, yet it doesn’t seem so long ago
Shoes on the Danube Promenade
I had never heard of this art work before. Very touching.
I find myself thinking that my uncle witnessed the Holocaust as an infantryman in Germany in 1945. Didn’t ever talk to me directly about it. Now he’s gone.
My aged mother was his kid sister. She remembered the first reports of it, though. She’ll be gone sooner than I would wish.
And then we’ll be down to my kids hearing me remember how my mother and uncle remembered the Holocaust.
And then it will be harder to refute the deniers or get anyone to care about what seems like ancient history.
I like the lines and color of the Hopper, but that’s an awfully bare cafeteria! Most cafeterias I know serve food.
The Nancy Reagan/Mr. T picture is so weird.
Richard Petty hat:
https://sp.yimg.com/ib/th?id=JN.%2fiW0xt5Gojvqtf0v%2bnZwFw&pid=15.1&P=0
“The aspiring screenwriter, a young woman, told me that she’d heard of them, seen a lot of their photos on the internet, but had “never actually watched any of their movies.”
The way of the world. You’re absolutely right about elections. When I saw Randolph Scott’s name above I of course thought of the “Blazing Saddles” scene. The A. M. Wong photo reminded me of a female Richard Petty of NASCAR and his hats.
Carol Lombard is a favorite in “My Man Godfrey” with Bill Powell. We began to watch “The Aviator” on Netflix tonight. I had never seen it as I am not a fan of Leonard de Caprio. It was awful ! We turned it off. My first wife’s mother knew Hughes quite well and he was not at all as De Caprio played him. I also knew Noah Dietrich’s daughter in college and the guy who played him was better in “Boogie Nights.” We turned it off after about a half hour.
Great photos!
Does anyone else notice a striking resemblance between Ingrid Bergman [circa 1943] and Shelley Winters?
Good Shabbos Behaaloscho.
More beautiful artwork, Robert… well, maybe not the Vogue cover.
I love the alter piece by Hilma af Klint. She was a remarkable artist in both abstract (which I normally don’t appreciate) and naturalism (which I adore). She was also something of a mystic who conducted seances and tried to communicate with the departed (although that seemed to be more common in her era).
Livia Yarden has a joyous smile and toes that look delectable!
I love the Stanwyck poster and the Newman cover of Seventeen. Excellent art again this week, Robert, but I have to ask — why does your dad’s ID have RESTRICTED across the Branch/Unit fields? Did he have restricted access to parts of the base, or was his unit designation Restricted from prying eyes??
I’ll bet the Chaplan/Rabbi role was just a cover during World War II… can you say OSS? 😉