Honestly, however, while I’m very open-minded and supportive of everyone feeling comfortable enough to explore his or her own particular predilections, and I’m pretty open to experimentation, my own tastes are really rather vanilla. Sorry to disappoint. :)
Not too long ago, I started a new Tumblr dedicated to my favorite crowd of classic movie ladies - the “fast-talking dames” of the 30’s and 40’s. I kept it going for a few weeks, but then I let the posting drop off, and now I’m currently in the process of repurposing the blog for a movie review podcast of the same name (don’t worry, you’ll hear plenty more on that soon).
So I’ve decided to start incorporating my tiny tributes to these women in my main Tumblr, possibly with accompanying essays in at my blog (Deliberatepixel.com). Continuing the theme of Noir Monday, I thought I’d tag them Dame Wednesday. Enjoy.
“But at some point, we have to stop forgiving everything. As much as we all have dramatic lives that need release with fluff fare and mediocre cinema, we can’t keep paying into the system that perpetuates crap.”—Monika Bartyzel, Girls on Film: We Have to Stop Forgiving. Hell. Yeah.
He invented a first-person voice remarkable for its sharpness and accuracy of observation, its attention to musical cadence, purity of syntax and unobtrusive rightness of word order, a metaphorical richness often consciously self-parodic, its finely adjusted speed of movement, sureness of touch and its capacity to remain internally consistent and true to itself over a great emotional range. This voice proved to be unimaginably influential during his lifetime and continues to be so now. Real earned authority sometimes has that effect. (While drinking himself to death in the year of Chandler’s own death, 1959, the tenor saxophonist Lester Young could look out of his window at the Alvin Hotel to observe the progress of his numerous clones down Broadway to Birdland, where, unlike him, they had gigs. Young said to a friend, “The other ladies, my imitators, are making the money!”)
“BE MINE. Wait. That has six letters. Six letters is so unlucky. It’s like YOU DIE. That’s exactly what it’s like. Now you’re going to die and it’s all my fault.”—Obsessive compulsive valentines. Happy Valentine’s Day.
Since the Wellenset message board has now been officially closed down, I have already received several e-mails about continuing it elsewhere.
As a short term solution, I have set up some topic pages on all of Orson Welles’s major films at the Wellesnet Facebook page, so all Wellenet members who wish to continue to discuss Welles can do so.
Eventually, what I would ideally like to do is either start a new message board, or re-open the original board by buying it outright from Jeff. Buying the old board would make the most sense, as the original board has over 18,000 posts making it a valuable collective resource on the life and work of Orson Welles.
I would take over the “thankless” job as the main moderator for either a new message board, or the re-opening of the old one, and then would advertise for volunteers to act as assistant moderators.
To do this, it appears that we will once again need to ask readers to contribute donations. I’m sure that collectively we can easily raise the money to do so, as I’ve already heard from several important friends of Wellesnet who have offered strong words of support and financial commitment, including Simon Callow and Christopher Welles Feder.
I will be making a more formal plea for donations shortly, but in the meantime, anyone who wishes to help with suggestions, ideas, or volunteer as an assistant moderator, please feel free to write to me.
Wellesnet is an important online resource for information about Orson Welles’s life and work. I’ve read the site for a long time, and helped out supporting them when they’ve needed it in the past. I urge you to help them now, if you can.