A major, but frequently overlooked ingredient that contributed to the glamorous image of Hollywood’s greatest stars were their voices.
Under the studio system, actors were given rigorous voice training. They were taught to enunciate clearly, and how to emphasize certain words in order to give better line readings. They were drilled on how to breathe in order to speak their dialogue with confidence and ease.
Director Howard Hawks did not hesitate to make Lauren Bacall stand on a Malibu cliff and scream at the waves until her voice was raw and hoarse. He felt, correctly, that a deep, smoky voice on a female was, well, sexy.
At the National Prayer Breakfast yesterday, Barack Obama warned that we should not “get on our high horse” over the immolation of Royal Jordanian Air Force pilot 1st Lt. Muadh al-Kasasbeh because Christians used to burn people too.
It shocking and reprehensible that two days after Islamic terrorists burn a man alive, the President of the United States sternly lectures the American people about the 800-year-old Inquisition.
There have been over 25,000 Muslim acts of terror since 9-11. There is a cancer in the house of Islam. If you deny this, you deny reality. And if you deny reality, you are all but surrendering to bloodthirsty Islamic terrorists.
Obama’s depraved moral calculus is that of an adolescent who’s been blowing dope and experiencing, y’know, like, deep thoughts.
Those who draw a moral equivalence between ancient Christianity and contemporary Islamists should be shunned by responsible adults.
Decent people whose moral compass is intact will mount a high horse — and stay there.
A few pictures to alleviate the gathering darkness.
The automobile represents freedom.
You climb into a car and go, go, go, whenever and wherever you want. The car is modern man’s path to liberty.
Contrast cars with trains.
Railroads are an expression of the collective. Individual identity is erased. You are at the mercy of a government-controlled system that turns citizens into passive cogs, at the mercy of by-the-book bureaucrats.
That’s why democrats/progressives/liberals/ (what are they calling themselves this week?) are obsessed with high-speed rail. The freedom of the road is repellent to big government fanatics. The ruling elite seek to regulate and control tobacco, food, calories, soda, education, light bulbs, toilets, health care, reproduction, cow flatulence, oxygen — every cell of your body.
In short: liberty is constricted by any and all means.
And all in the name of an amorphous, pre-adolescent concept: Fairness.
And you better believe that the chattering elite are the ones who get to define what’s fair and what’s unfair. Funny how that always works out in their favor.
Nazis just adored trains. And hey, the Italian fascists boasted that Mussolini made the trains run on time. Though Italian trains were about as effective and efficient as the Italian army. Which is to say: Not.
At a certain point, one must acknowledge the convergent philosophies of post-modern liberals and iron-fist fascists. Both ideologies assert the power of the state as the final arbiter of human affairs. Hence, the government replaces G-d and family as the center of man’s universe. It’s no surprise that the formal title of the Nazi party was “The National Socialist German Workers’ Party.”
Today, Hollywood celebrities make sure to be seen driving a Chevy Volt, Nissan Leaf, or any of the dopey but politically correct green cars. It is something of an open secret here among my Hollywood colleagues that the garage is fully stocked with BMW, Mercedes, Bentley, and for sure, a few Jags—for real driving.
But once upon a time Hollywood produced great stars who proudly posed with their autos, symbols of glamor, affluence, and freedom.
If you want to torture yourself, take a look at your passport.
Chances are you look pretty awful. With flat lighting, a grim full frontal pose, and that look of bafflement, your photo probably looks like a mug shot.
Are glamorous Hollywood stars just like us when they submit to the artless lens of the passport photographer?
You be the judge.