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Blizzard admires a pair of legs.

(The Penalty 1920)

My, my... no posts since Septemer. Shame on me.

Lurking Faces Of The Wax Museum

Mystery Of The Wax Museum is pretty much the originator of the wax museum morgue trope and has been remade twice. It's a nifty little thriller with a tight plot, an interesting villain, some snappy dialogue and -thanks to a contractual obligation - wonderful Technicolor photography. There's atmosphere to spare here and one of the elements that kept catching my eye is the ominous close-up.  Lots of creepy faces lurk through out the picture such as that fellow up there, who sets the whole thing in motion....

... or more accurately, on fire. There's none as gruesome as a melting wax figure, and given the foibles of Technicolor photography, I bet this fire came as a refreshing breeze.

An otherwise ordinary scene cuts to this rather creepy shot of two henchmen. Put a light under your subject and it's instant spookiness!

Our mysterious villain who the plucky reporter protagonist describes as making Frankenstein look like a lily.

The police are searching the building and out of nowhere comes this old fella. We never see him again, and his peek has no consequence, he's just... there.

Yet another goon, setting his eyes on the victim. Incidentally, Fay Wray (the victim) is billed as the star, but she appears about 30 minutes into the movie and has little dialogue. She gets plenty of screams, though.

Inside the museum we have... this unexplained living figure. We see his eyes move and nothing else (click on the pic to see them!)

BOO! Glad you came, I've been sitting here with my head posed between these figures waiting to scare someone!

 Wax museums are just about the perfect place to spend the night, aren't they?

 This one really comes out of nowhere... a random face behind a broken mask opens its eyes as the victim approaches. We never see it again.

And finally, not quite a close up but... gee whiz, look at that face! He says he wants a wax figure but he's visibly aiming for bloody rape.

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Sargent O'Hara disapproves of your goo-goo dames.

(Tell It To The Marines 1926)

An Education In Travel Brochures

You're An Education is a run of the mill "things come to life" cartoon, the likes of which were made by the score during the 30's. The premise is simple enough - it's night time at a closed shop (a travel agency in this case), and the objects inside come to life, usually to the tune of the title song. Many a pun ensues... and many a groan is heard. So what am I highlighting here?

 Well, that's some pretty slick artwork there.... because it's a real travel brochure we're seeing. The backgrounds here are a mix of hand painted and actual travel brochures, some with very prominent names. Recognize the ship? The legendary Normandie on its penultimate year of service.

Sandwiching this punny Rocky Mountains cover we have the Italian Line and Japan.... two years later they'd become the last places you'd want to visit.

 A photographic guide to good ole Switzerland

An unidentified cruise line serving South America.....

 

.... and the clearly identified Alaska Steamship Company with an elaborately drawn map.

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 On the left we see the Italian line again, and the bright red item on the right is for our good friend, Cunard-White Star's flagship, the Queen Mary.

 The Golden Gate International Exposition makes an appearance. This one's kinda confusing... it looks more elaborate than the hand painted background brochures, yet something tells me it might not be a real item.

 Independent tours around the world by the Hamburg-America Line with some swell airbrushing. Odd to see advertising for a german company here.

And finally, we get sailings for the Swedish American Line. This is only a sampling, as the cartoon has plenty more real covers, if with the names obscured.

Let Yourself Go....

A swell, catchy number to be sure... however there are two things that have always bugged me in this scene. First, we have a little 8 piece band that sounds like a massive studio orchestra with strings.... but then again, that happens a lot in Astaire-Rogers Land.
What really bothers me here is the line "loosen up and start to limber, can't you hear that hot marimba (marimber?)....". Not here or anywhere else have I found a version of Let Yourself Go that had a marimba or any other kind of idiophone in it. I wonder if Lionel Hampton ever played it...

 And another one- as much as I love 1930's fashion (and that's a lot), those... eyebrows. Good grief, the eyebrows. Ginger looks as cute as ever but they just don't work on Betty here (Grable, that is). A pretty silly thing to notice on such a fine movie, but that's just my wandering eye.

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Alonzo's soul has just been crushed to a fine powder.
(The Unknown, 1927)

Streets In Technicolor #1

New York, 1939
(From The Middleton Family At The New York World's Fair)