I've been a bad blogger again and not posted for ages about anything exciting or camp or anything really. I got a new job in work so spent a few sleepless nights fretting over the interview and generally feeling ill with nerves but thankfully got the job and start in a few weeks in a new position. I've kept up with my camp quota by watching Bette Davis in one of her best performances as Regina Giddens in "The Little Foxes". Bette is the matriarch of the family and wants to go into a cotton factory deal with her two brothers but needs the financial backing of her wealthy husband who happens to be desperately ill. So Regina decides to pressurise her wimpering husband into submission telling him "Ah hope you die! I can't wait for you to die" with her tight Gibson Girl coiffure and glorious gowns. Bette doesn't act the Wicked Witch of the West - she is the Wicked Witch of the Deep South complete with pursed lips and a nasty attitude. She is truly wonderful in the role and the pivotal scene of her abandoning her husband to die on the stairs is a sight to behold.
On top of Regina and the Giddens, I've become hooked on Big Brother - the housemates this year and nasty pieces of work to give both Regina Giddens and myself a run for our money - Machiavelli himself would be proud of Grace or Dis-Grace as I like to call her - she's a shit stirrer of the highest order and a tough cookie although she's been in tears for days as she heard the crowd shout "Get Grace Out" during a live show. Immediately she blamed girls in the crowd because she has a semi relationship with dull housemate Mikey and not on her nasty demeanour and scheming. In such a small house, I'm surprised she's gotten away with as much as she has but I must say until then, she'd played a blinder and was a fab housemate. On the other hand, there's Nikki. This girl enunciates as much as possible - so much so that I'm sure her jaw must hurt after each sentence or she possibly could unhinge them like a snake and eat a small animal whole. Nikki has played a much better game - despite going up for eviction for the 2nd time this week, she's been herself completely and doesn't bother what the public or her fellow housemates think of her - then she goes into the diary room and slates everyone. I love it - it's so bad, it's good.
I've also been enjoying copious amounts of The Golden Girls and Hart to Hart whilst indulging just the other night in a spot of Joan Crawford in Flamingo Road. When I went to Las Vegas a few years ago, there was a Flamingo Road which I thought had to do with the movie but it doesn't at all. Joan plays carnival girl Lane Bellamy who kicks around town after the carny has left and endures the wrath of town sherrif, Titus Semple. Joan shows her gams on various occasions and her eyebrows are only just starting to grow into epic proportions - Any Joan movie after Mildred Pierce from 1945 is a bonafide brilliant way to spend a few hours with your clothes on and without some hot man to press against so I'm savouring this one!!
Now all this maye sound like I've been a complete hermit but I've been out and about a fair bit and have even been in some sort of vague training to do the Great Scottish Run in September so been running to get back in some sort of shape. I've become inspired by the tennis on TV and fancy taking it up again - I once joined a tennis club when I was in my early teens and fancied myself as the next Steffi Graf. She had a big nose too and she had hayfever like I always did. I still adore Steffi and went so far as to buy DVD's of some of her matches - it sounds bizarre but there was something fabulous about the way she worked her forehand - I preferred her to Monica Seles who looked like she was a tad evil with her close-set eyes and Martina Navratilova was always too much of a bull dyke for my liking so Steffi did it for me.
Now all I need to do is find someone to play tennis with - and find a tennis court - and a racket - and tennis balls - I may just stick to running a bit!
Also, Bette Davis was once overheard talking to Burt Reynolds on the day of Joan's death "Well did you hear? The bitch died today" Burt then introduced Bette to his companion, a member of the press. Without a pause Bette replied "But she was always on time" I'm impatiently waiting for my new Bette Davis DVD Collection to arrive from the States - it's got Jezebel, Old Acquaintance, Marked Woman, The Man Who Came To Dinner and the piece de resistance - Whatever Happened To Baby Jane? I'm planning a Baby Jane night with everyone coming round to see this crazy movie. I did one a few years ago when I got Julia and some others to watch Mommie Dearest but they said they found it disturbing that Joan would hit her daughter so violently with wire hangers - I laughed at all the awful dialogue and the nonsensical approach to all the shenanigans and that we weren't supposed to feel sorry for Christina - we were supposed to HATE her and quote Joan "I'm bigger than you and faster than you and I will ALWAYS beat you!" Now what mother or gay man wouldn't hit someone with a wire hanger just to utter those words?!!
Monday, June 12, 2006
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