Rotten Tomatoes Means Nothing, Imdb Rating Means Nothing, Sometimes Even Letterboxd Reviews Mean Nothing.

"But how can you compare Harlow and Garbo, Swanson and Shearer, or Gable and Tracy with any luminary today? Maybe it's just an old timer's sentiment. But today's faces lack depth of feeling. Two world wars and many minor ones have almost changed the face of the globe itself. Why not our actors? As I watch on television many of the stars I once photographed, I look at them as one might old paintings. Some can't stand up to today's demanding audience; others will be as magnetic a hundred years from now. I am sure the Mona Lisa and the face of Greta Garbo will inspire and puzzle for all time." —Clarence Sinclair Bull, photographer

(From Hollywood in Kodachrome: 1940–1949 by David Wills and Stephen Schmidt, 2013)

Elizabeth Taylor and Montgomery Clift, Hollywood, 1950

They should invent a brain that lets you sleep

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edit: DO NOT VOTE BASED ON THE VIBES OF THE FLUIDS 😭

"It's sad, when a mother has to speak the words that condemn her own son. But I couldn't allow them to believe that I would commit murder. They'll put him away now, as I should have years ago. He was always bad, and in the end he intended to tell them I killed those girls and that man... as if I could do anything but just sit and stare, like one of his stuffed birds. They know I can't move a finger, and I won't. I'll just sit here and be quiet, just in case they do... suspect me. They're probably watching me. Well, let them. Let them see what kind of a person I am. I'm not even going to swat that fly. I hope they are watching... they'll see. They'll see and they'll know, and they'll say, "Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly..."" Horror Character Appreciation - Anthony Perkins as Norman Bates in Psycho (1960) dir. Alfred Hitchcock

very late 50s early 60s movies are some of the most fascinating historical texts on earth i stg. like they can finally talk almost explicitly about sex, and they’ve finally thrown out the pair of twin beds for a normal queen or whatever, and they can talk about heterosexuality (inherently implies homosexuality)(like in auntie mame). they’re ALMOST there. you can literally feel the film industry grasping and clawing it’s way out of the hays era with every successive movie. it’s pretty incredible actually. and if you really want to feel that exertion just pick a couple of movies from various points in the decade and watch them in chronological order and the change is so astounding. can you imagine being there for that. can you imagine living through 40s movies and suddenly after wwii, the studios start collapsing and a huge tonal shift happens, and things get darker and grimmer and suddenly movies are talking about racism and women’s postwar discontent. and then oh my god it’s 1952 and censorship is suddenly kind of up in the air for the first time but you can’t even focus on that because marlon brando just swaggered onto your silver screen in his sweaty tee, chewing with his mouth open, and you see blanche get raped. and then immediately after that, deborah kerr is lying on top of burt lancaster and really really making out with him like they might as well have been having real sex up there. and don’t look now but dorothy dandridge was just nominated for an leading oscar!!!! what!!!! and all the girls are crazy for sidney poitier and harry belafonte ETC ETC ETC ETC until like the mid 60s when the whole everything is just completely utterly unrecognizable

So many movies to watch but so little time.. (<- says the girl who could’ve easily watched two movies if she wasn’t posting on tumblr.com)

I keep my family out of my public life because it can be an awful nuisance to them. What’s my mother going to tell strangers anyway? That I was a cute baby and that she’s terribly proud of me? Nuts. Who cares? - Montgomery Clift