In all the various writings, posts, talks, mentions, conversations I've had about my Mom and Movies, I more often than not come across an actor, actress, or film which brings forth the revelation, had it not been for my Mom, I would not have known them at the early age I did, to "grow up" with, so to speak.
My love -- my passion, for classic films; their stories, their production, their direction, the process of film making -- literally films in general, so affected me into wanting to belong in film somehow, sparking an inspired pure aspiration to become an actress/filmmaker, to be included in the same breath as film, came at an early age in part because of what I saw "up there," what was transpiring on screen, expanded by time, truly surfaced by what I was able to share with my Mom. Going to see the latest movies, in turn, at least for me, struck yet another chord of longing to become a part of that which is ... Cinema. To be able to, in someway, tell a story on screen and also be the one to tell it. #CareerGoals in progress.
My love -- my passion, for classic films; their stories, their production, their direction, the process of film making -- literally films in general, so affected me into wanting to belong in film somehow, sparking an inspired pure aspiration to become an actress/filmmaker, to be included in the same breath as film, came at an early age in part because of what I saw "up there," what was transpiring on screen, expanded by time, truly surfaced by what I was able to share with my Mom. Going to see the latest movies, in turn, at least for me, struck yet another chord of longing to become a part of that which is ... Cinema. To be able to, in someway, tell a story on screen and also be the one to tell it. #CareerGoals in progress.
Both my Mom and Dad would say as time went by, "Listen at us. We're asking her questions about these old actors, and we were there!" ... My secret? Watching Robert Osborne daily on TCM. A walking encyclopedia inside the wonder world of knowledge in all things Classic Films ... #CareerGoals (DreamBigOrGoHome).
I loved hearing my folks say that, because I loved/love films so much. I may not know about everything film, but you're not going to find anyone more passionate about them than I am when it comes to classic movies or modern day films made with heart, creativity, individuality, or influenced/inspired by vintage cinema. A good film seeps inside you like the voice of George Sanders once you've walked away from it. It lingers with you a while. |
Without realizing it and without her ever consciously knowing it, in what my Mom thought I was teaching her, she was teaching me.
My Mom didn't consider herself a movie person out loud, but aside from going shopping, cooking/baking together, crafting, work projects, doing girls' day out things; movies were what made us the most excited. Though no contest, I admit, I would always be more excited -- rather, dramatic, about it than Mom, and would constantly say, "Mom, I know you don't care about all this extra stuff I'm telling you." And without missing a beat, she'd always say, "No, keep going. I enjoy listening to you." In fact, she was the only person who tolerated me speaking the dialog simultaneously with a film I loved aloud while it was playing as if the film was supposed to show that way. Extra live cast of one coming right up. ARSENIC AND OLD LACE, GILDA, GUYS AND DOLLS, A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE, *sigh* yes, even MOULIN ROUGE, CHICAGO, fellas ... I'm looking at you -- "Five, Six, Seven, Eight!"
From there, my ramblings seemed to go on to no end. Whether it was a book I read after years of seeing the film adaptation first (or vice versa); finding out something new listening to Robert Osborne on TCM; reading a book about a classic film actor, stage play production, or classic film in particular. Or perhaps it was production notes; anything vintage, be it national or international, that spellbound me, I'd share with my Mom and she'd listen with the same interest in which I was sharing it with her.
I'd always love how she'd bring up some trivia I had shared with her, from a fun fact I had learned along the way, in conversation if/when my parents and I were out at a family gathering or when company came over and the topic of classic movies would come up. I'd inwardly beam on the inside, as if to say, "she was listening to me!" Because when it came to me talking film, brother that conversation is like the hedge is to Hammy in OVER THE HEDGE, "It never ends!"
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Yet, this all happened the same way a child learns to ride a bike, roller skate, or even learns how to walk or speak. The parent teaches them "how to" in the beginning, but the development, the personal technique that creates your individuality on said subject comes from the person being taught ... does that make sense? The same thing can happen with films. Because it happened to me.
I grew up in a household where throwbacks to classics were a normal thing. So normal in fact, I didn't realize these moments in time happened way before I was born or thought about. With my Dad and music, hearing Jackie Wilson, Sam Cooke, James Brown, Little Richard, Curtis Mayfield, The Platters, The Flamingos, The Coasters, you name it, he'd play it, was not only usual, it was home. I mean, didn't everyone have a 1940's Seeburg 'Trashcan' their father owned from a nightclub he used to run with his Dad when he was young, in their throwback to the past black and white diner checkered flooring with red accents their Mom and Dad renovated themselves to look that way in their family kitchen? ... You too? Good. I knew there was someone else out there.
With this setting as an upbringing, never did I really have want to think these sounds of music or shows such as "I Love Lucy" were called re-runs. I thought black and white shows were just as common in the decade I grew up in on the telly as the music coming out of the box. I suppose this had something to do with later learning I was watching "I Love Lucy" before I could remember. Personally, I could never tell when I began watching, I only knew it was always there. I became so ILL "crazed" as a child, I didn't realize when that word "school" came into play at the age of five, along with it came a scheduled bedtime, Monday through Thursday. What Monday through Thursday didn't know, was that "I Love Lucy" came on at the same time I was to be in bed ... Now come on! Who does that?! However, all hope was not lost, thanks to a pretty clever lady who would work out a deal with Monday through Thursday ... upon occasion. And within reason. For every blue moon, the sadness of going to bed must've showed on my face enough, my Mom allowed me to stay up for ONE "I Love Lucy" for the night.
With this setting as an upbringing, never did I really have want to think these sounds of music or shows such as "I Love Lucy" were called re-runs. I thought black and white shows were just as common in the decade I grew up in on the telly as the music coming out of the box. I suppose this had something to do with later learning I was watching "I Love Lucy" before I could remember. Personally, I could never tell when I began watching, I only knew it was always there. I became so ILL "crazed" as a child, I didn't realize when that word "school" came into play at the age of five, along with it came a scheduled bedtime, Monday through Thursday. What Monday through Thursday didn't know, was that "I Love Lucy" came on at the same time I was to be in bed ... Now come on! Who does that?! However, all hope was not lost, thanks to a pretty clever lady who would work out a deal with Monday through Thursday ... upon occasion. And within reason. For every blue moon, the sadness of going to bed must've showed on my face enough, my Mom allowed me to stay up for ONE "I Love Lucy" for the night.
But what I didn't realize happening (accidentally on purpose) until I became older, results from something only a Mother who "gets it" would do. My bedroom used to be directly across the hallway from my Mom and Dad as a child, meaning, if the telly across the hall was turned up ever so much louder ... the sound of, "Are you unpoopular? Do you pop out at parties?" could be heard within the walls of my room. Without ever having to ask her, I learned this was a deliberate intent on my Mother's part. Realizing, looking back on it, that two-five minutes later after sending me off to bed for the night, the telly in my mom and dad's room would suddenly "turn on" and the door would be cracked just enough that Lucy could be heard. Magic.
Such was the relationship between my Mom and I ever since. Firm but understanding.
I have said it over and over, growing up, unaware of it until my teens, my Mom really was more than my Mother. She equals, best friend, friend, roadie, buddy and sister who so happens to be my Mom. Such began my, if I can't tell my Mom what I'm doing, I have no business doing it attitude. When I became an adult, I told her about that, and how that motto developed. #BFF |
Because my Mom wouldn't consider herself a movie person by category (but she was though), it made me all the more curious to find out what sort of films/actors she liked. Yet, it wasn't too hard to figure out on my own. It was hearing/seeing Bette Davis in THE LETTER, performances from Gloria Swanson and William Holden in SUNSET BLVD. (aaaand The Holden on my own time in a "I kissed Bill Holden!" sortofaway), the comedy that is Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis in SOME LIKE IT HOT that I grew up knowing because of my Mom.
With actors in addition to Bette Davis, William Holden and Jack Lemmon, became commonplace vocabulary other actors like, Sophia Loren, Elizabeth Taylor, Natalie Wood, Joan Crawford and -- well, Cary Grant on the other hand ... that was all me. Yep. Knew how to pick 'em before I knew who they were ... Cha-Ching.
In my youth, I'd say my Mom talked about Elizabeth Taylor, Joan Crawford, Sophia Loren and Bette Davis the most. From which, when I became an adult, dubbing Joan Crawford as 'Joanie Joan' (per Mom) and Sophia Loren as 'Sophie' (per moi) was born. It was from my Mom that I too found out about the relationship that really was magic. Sophia Loren and Marcello Mastroianni.
I can't say my Mom watched a lot of their films in her youth as far as she told me, but the chemistry between Loren and Mastroianni spoke volumes aloud without commentary. You can sit through a film with those two, without subtitles, not knowing a word of Italian yourself, and understand the whole story from start to finish. Believe me, I had seen a lot of their films that way in the beginning and wouldn't trade that experience out with subtitles for anything. And in those moments, ever if my Mom did watch a international film, it was because of Sophia Loren. Making Sophie that much more a leader in acting status for me, "if Mom is watching this, it must be good."
It wasn't too long after PRÊT-À-PORTER was released, I learned of the on-screen chemistry and off-screen friendship between Sophia Loren and Marcello Mastroianni. Sophia Loren and Marcello Mastroianni made 14 films together (some source 17 films), be it cameo appearances or together as leading lady and leading man, TOO BAD SHE'S BAD (1954), also starring Vittorio De Sica as "Vittorio," would be their first. Aside from being a recommend, their chemistry from the start, for me, is pure hypnotism.
Though too young to watch PRÊT-À-PORTER upon its release in 1994, noticing all the buzzing attention surrounding Sophia Loren, whom I did know at the time, and Marcello Mastroianni, whom I had yet to know, didn't escape me. I remember asking my Mom why were people talking so much about Sophia Loren and "that guy" (fore shame for me to call Marcello Mastroianni of all actors "that guy"! This is 'Guido' for crying out loud! ... Youth. Geesh!). She began telling me about Mastroianni and Sophia as "THE "It" couple" of the screen back in the 50's and 60's. As time passed, I had my Jordan from Gatsby moment; "It all made sense!" all centralized around this. One. Scene.
I can't say my Mom watched a lot of their films in her youth as far as she told me, but the chemistry between Loren and Mastroianni spoke volumes aloud without commentary. You can sit through a film with those two, without subtitles, not knowing a word of Italian yourself, and understand the whole story from start to finish. Believe me, I had seen a lot of their films that way in the beginning and wouldn't trade that experience out with subtitles for anything. And in those moments, ever if my Mom did watch a international film, it was because of Sophia Loren. Making Sophie that much more a leader in acting status for me, "if Mom is watching this, it must be good."
It wasn't too long after PRÊT-À-PORTER was released, I learned of the on-screen chemistry and off-screen friendship between Sophia Loren and Marcello Mastroianni. Sophia Loren and Marcello Mastroianni made 14 films together (some source 17 films), be it cameo appearances or together as leading lady and leading man, TOO BAD SHE'S BAD (1954), also starring Vittorio De Sica as "Vittorio," would be their first. Aside from being a recommend, their chemistry from the start, for me, is pure hypnotism.
Though too young to watch PRÊT-À-PORTER upon its release in 1994, noticing all the buzzing attention surrounding Sophia Loren, whom I did know at the time, and Marcello Mastroianni, whom I had yet to know, didn't escape me. I remember asking my Mom why were people talking so much about Sophia Loren and "that guy" (fore shame for me to call Marcello Mastroianni of all actors "that guy"! This is 'Guido' for crying out loud! ... Youth. Geesh!). She began telling me about Mastroianni and Sophia as "THE "It" couple" of the screen back in the 50's and 60's. As time passed, I had my Jordan from Gatsby moment; "It all made sense!" all centralized around this. One. Scene.
A scene from LERI OGGI DOMANI (Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow) 1963, hilariously redone in PRÊT-À-PORTER by Loren and Mastroianni.
From there, because of these two, a new field of film watching attracted me. A new door opened to me as if I'd never seen a film before. A new movie experience. Like when you "discover" an actor you've not heard of or ever paid attention to previously, until that one special day. Creating in you a form of four dimensional endless possibilities without space or time into the creation of cinema. That's what films are to me.
The branches on my film tree seemed to grow fast, far and wide. A thousand years old overnight. Binge watching, staying up late, waking up early, renting, buying, borrowing from the library, discovering actors from Franchot Tone to Robert Montgomery, Warren William, Dick Powell, Glenn Ford, Myrna Loy, Eliah Wallach, Clara Bow, George Raft, never mind the Alain Delon, Horst Buchholz, Jeanne Moreau, Maurice Ronet, Jean-Paul Belmondo, Jean Gabin, Vittorio De Sica (oh my, this man does it all), Federico Fellini's that were to erupt in the process. With genres mirrored in depths and intrigue baring faces called Pre-Code and Film-Noir out there. Lurking, waiting for you in the dark, to pull you under, rousing the desire need to lift your hand, tap the secret knock, eagerly awaiting allowed access. As one would anticipate admittance into the speakeasy's of booze and jazz Prohibition.
From there, because of these two, a new field of film watching attracted me. A new door opened to me as if I'd never seen a film before. A new movie experience. Like when you "discover" an actor you've not heard of or ever paid attention to previously, until that one special day. Creating in you a form of four dimensional endless possibilities without space or time into the creation of cinema. That's what films are to me.
The branches on my film tree seemed to grow fast, far and wide. A thousand years old overnight. Binge watching, staying up late, waking up early, renting, buying, borrowing from the library, discovering actors from Franchot Tone to Robert Montgomery, Warren William, Dick Powell, Glenn Ford, Myrna Loy, Eliah Wallach, Clara Bow, George Raft, never mind the Alain Delon, Horst Buchholz, Jeanne Moreau, Maurice Ronet, Jean-Paul Belmondo, Jean Gabin, Vittorio De Sica (oh my, this man does it all), Federico Fellini's that were to erupt in the process. With genres mirrored in depths and intrigue baring faces called Pre-Code and Film-Noir out there. Lurking, waiting for you in the dark, to pull you under, rousing the desire need to lift your hand, tap the secret knock, eagerly awaiting allowed access. As one would anticipate admittance into the speakeasy's of booze and jazz Prohibition.
My background may have started with what I call my "Big Four" as a kid: Gable, Grant, Cooper, and James Stewart. Soon thereafter, leafed into Harlow, Garland, West, Bergman, Dietrich, because they stemmed somehow from my Big Four. Not to mention those you knew because they were still living/active when you were born, but only then knew of them as they were "at the time" not "back when." In names of Marlon Brando, Lena Horne, Sidney Poitier, Don Ameche, Paul Newman, Katharine Hepburn, Greta Garbo, Ruby Dee and Ossie Davis, Frank Sinatra, Mickey Rooney, Gregory Peck, Harry Belafonte. In short, your everyday late night talk show (when-you're-allowed-to-stay-up-past-your-bedtime-because-it's-summer) crowd. Bar Garbo. She didn't do that. I only caught glimpses of her from time to time in an entertainment story when the family would watch the news after dinner. Didn't truly grasp the effect of who she was until later on.
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Second nature became sharing with my Mom my Charlotte's Web of actors, actresses and film expansions, changing from one to the next, a new pick feature everyday ... now she was impressed.
However, there were some actors, had it not been for my Mom, I may have not adapted to or appreciated them the way I do. Norma Shearer, William Powell and Carole Lombard being the foremost three as an example. The same as I always gave credit to my Dad for my appreciation of Doris Day and Mickey Rooney in that category. It is because of my Mom I found out what made Shearer, Powell and Lombard a height above the rest.
What struck my Mom about Norma Shearer was actually Shearer's haircut during Norma's 1930's period ... "She carries it so well," my Mom would say. "Not everyone can pull that type of haircut off. She has just the right face and bone structure for it." ... Hmm. Let me look into this more. Film watching aroused in forms of MARIE ANTIONETTE, PRIVATE LIVES, THE DIVORCEE, A FREE SOUL, THEIR OWN DESIRE. Have you ever watched Shearer in those films? MARIE ANTIONETTE and THEIR OWN DESIRE in particular? Those ending scenes in both. Her cry, her plea, her desperation, her truth. "Don't touch him!" - Lally, THEIR OWN DESIRE (Norma Shearer) |
Along comes William Powell. His nose? "That's what makes him. That adds to his looks, not takes away from it. Makes him ... debonair." ... Hmm. Let me look into this more. Co-Starred with Myrna Loy anyone? You mean they did a whole other set of films outside of The Thin Man Series? And the "Thin Man" isn't Powell, but the person in question Powell (Nick Charles) is suppose to find?! ... Class in session.
"Carole Lombard, I always thought she was so pretty. For someone to look the way she does and pull off comedy, always strikes me." ... Hmm. Let me look into this more. And so, they were married, eh? William Powell and Carole Lombard. My mom and I exchange looks after discovery, "And he suggested her to play the role of Irene." I said. Well, well, well, what do you know about that? So, their "previous life" together somewhat mirrored that of Godfrey and Irene, did it?
You see how quickly something so simple as the discussion of ones haircut, nose, or beauty can open a Matryoshka doll of discoveries? Your mind becomes a sponge to the sea of trivia, facts, finds, news and FYI. It was me looking at my Mom through Jimmy Stewart's eyes to Cary Grant in THE PHILADELPHIA STORY, "C. K. Dexter Haven, you have unsuspected depth."
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Which finally brings me to a combination of two actors of Hollywood's Golden Age. The King of 20th Century Fox, Tyrone Power and a very young Linda Darnell.
It was through my Mom, who through me, I was introduced first to "The Power" as I'd come to call him. Let me explain. My Mom, and my Dad now that I mention it, both would tell me, "We never paid any attention to this stuff until you came along." Wow. Thanks! Both my parents, though knew movies, I don't think necessarily saw them as anything more than "in the moment" entertainment. They both would say, we knew the pictures, but the names of all the cast members, the directors, and background information on production or their personal lives, we never paid any attention to it until you began bringing it up. And to use a phrase that my Mom and I would use on a daily basis from A.I.: ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE (in our Jude Law voice, of course) "That's just whot I do." (Yes, "whot" ... he's English you know). Where am I going with this? Into the room with Tyrone Power. As so happened one night while my Mom was watching the telly.
"Who's that?" I asked her. "It's a biography on Tyrone Power," she answered. "Who?" Her eyes all but bucked out of her head, "Power. Power. Tyrone Power. You mean you don't know Tyrone Power?" |
Talk about knocking the cool outta my walk ... salted. Guess so wrapped up had I became learning the life and legacy of Marlon Brando before his 'Godfather' days, I had dropped my education on the other actors of Hollywood's Golden Era on the coffee table some place and forgot to pick it back up (For my Marlon Brando Series: HELLO, I'M MARLON BRANDO). This, needless to say, was corrected. Not quick, but really quick, as I popped down in a seat and re-enrolled back to school. The next forty-five minutes left on Tyrone's biography; class was in session.
From then on, it's been as if Tyrone Power and I have always been the best of friends. Bringing to mind one night several years ago RAZOR'S EDGE was on, neither my Mom or I had ever seen it before, and as we were watching him going in for the kiss on Gene Tierney, out of nowhere my Mom says, "Look at him. He even looks like he smells good!" In awe myself, not daring to take my eyes away from the screen, all I could say was, "Yes. Yes he does."
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Not too long after, my Mom was watching another biography, this time on Linda Darnell. An actor I knew by way of my discovery of Tyrone Power, but not one that I knew much background about. I exclaimed, "I know her!" as if she were someone I knew in passing, to find out later she and I were friends of the same person (only film fanatics can relate to me here). My watching Darnell's bio put her on my list of, actors I wish were more well known. Such a sad end. (See the 1965 News article of Linda Darnell's death here.)
As you may have gathered, my conversational air, at least for me, when it comes to my Mom and Movies, like coffee with a good film, can have a long running time. And yet, discussing my Mom and Movies is just that to me. Like taking coffee with a good film. Which shouldn't be too surprising, as it was something we did without doubt, question or hesitation. A cup of coffee or cappuccino with our movies. There were times during our scheduled/non-scheduled movie nights, I'd cut the corner and my Mom would have our matching personally-hand-picked-coffee-cups-for-movie-watching-only mugs out with coffee made fresh, hot and ready to pour. Our favorite International Delight or Coffee Mate coffee creamers lined up alongside. Caramel Macchiato and Italian Sweet Créme, we're lookin' at you. Wow ... you guys have no idea how something as simple as that used to inspire me to be an actor/film maker all the more so. How can the two even connect? Easily.
Meanwhile, if I may, I'd like to continue those more elaborate topics of My Mom and Movies, be it next with a particular film, a particular actor, countdown, watch list, or just cinema talk with you upon another time. Until then, I raise my Coffee Mug to you ... #ForMyMom.
Meanwhile, if I may, I'd like to continue those more elaborate topics of My Mom and Movies, be it next with a particular film, a particular actor, countdown, watch list, or just cinema talk with you upon another time. Until then, I raise my Coffee Mug to you ... #ForMyMom.
UPDATE:
Have recently written/directed/produced a short film, inspired by and #ForMyMom, now available to watch on the official film page BACKWARDS AND FORWARDS. Feel free to watch and share.
And to watch the reel, in animatic form, for my current project, check out its official film page THE SOCIETY.
Have recently written/directed/produced a short film, inspired by and #ForMyMom, now available to watch on the official film page BACKWARDS AND FORWARDS. Feel free to watch and share.
And to watch the reel, in animatic form, for my current project, check out its official film page THE SOCIETY.
For my other CINEMA COFFEE blog pieces:
#ForMyMom Cinema Coffee ... | COFFEE CINEMA: Talking Streetcar | CINEMA COFFEE: "Et tu, Brute?" | CINEMA COFFEE: "La Chocolaterie" | CINEMA COFFEE: "Milk? I loathe milk!" | CINEMA COFFEE: "Elderberry Wine ..." | CINEMA COFFEE: "The choice I never had ..." | CINEMA COFFEE: "The smell of Mimosa" | CINEMA COFFEE: "Mighty like a Rose" | CINEMA COFFEE: "Don't cry on the rolls" | CINEMA COFFEE: "You're the first Kansas I ever met" | CINEMA COFFEE: "Everybody calls me Gracie" | CINEMA COFFEE: "What the devil are Belinskis?!" | CINEMA COFFEE: "Hello friends and enemies." | CINEMA COFFEE: "Stop remindin' me of heaven." | CINEMA COFFEE: "Even Gatsby could happen" | CINEMA COFFEE: "I made a wish" | CINEMA COFFEE: Audie Murphy | CINEMA COFFEE: Put The Blame on Mame | CINEMA COFFEE: "Just Singleton." | CINEMA COFFEE: "Where I Come From, Nobody Knows" | Film Therapy: Coping through Cinema | CINEMA COFFEE: Socks fall down | CINEMA COFFEE: "The moon's reaching for me" | CINEMA COFFEE: The Horne: Luso World Cinema Blogathon | CINEMA COFFEE: Aunt Bettye Lightsy | CINEMA COFFEE: I never lose | CINEMA COFFEE: "I have a mother!" | CINEMA COFFEE: THE SIGN OF GEMINI | CINEMA COFFEE: Venus Rising | CINEMA COFFEE: Stan vs Geek | CINEMA COFFEE: "Positively the same dame"
#ForMyMom Cinema Coffee ... | COFFEE CINEMA: Talking Streetcar | CINEMA COFFEE: "Et tu, Brute?" | CINEMA COFFEE: "La Chocolaterie" | CINEMA COFFEE: "Milk? I loathe milk!" | CINEMA COFFEE: "Elderberry Wine ..." | CINEMA COFFEE: "The choice I never had ..." | CINEMA COFFEE: "The smell of Mimosa" | CINEMA COFFEE: "Mighty like a Rose" | CINEMA COFFEE: "Don't cry on the rolls" | CINEMA COFFEE: "You're the first Kansas I ever met" | CINEMA COFFEE: "Everybody calls me Gracie" | CINEMA COFFEE: "What the devil are Belinskis?!" | CINEMA COFFEE: "Hello friends and enemies." | CINEMA COFFEE: "Stop remindin' me of heaven." | CINEMA COFFEE: "Even Gatsby could happen" | CINEMA COFFEE: "I made a wish" | CINEMA COFFEE: Audie Murphy | CINEMA COFFEE: Put The Blame on Mame | CINEMA COFFEE: "Just Singleton." | CINEMA COFFEE: "Where I Come From, Nobody Knows" | Film Therapy: Coping through Cinema | CINEMA COFFEE: Socks fall down | CINEMA COFFEE: "The moon's reaching for me" | CINEMA COFFEE: The Horne: Luso World Cinema Blogathon | CINEMA COFFEE: Aunt Bettye Lightsy | CINEMA COFFEE: I never lose | CINEMA COFFEE: "I have a mother!" | CINEMA COFFEE: THE SIGN OF GEMINI | CINEMA COFFEE: Venus Rising | CINEMA COFFEE: Stan vs Geek | CINEMA COFFEE: "Positively the same dame"