So so great to read these pieces, just to be immersed in both your voice and the early-'70s cinematic world I sink into like a warm bath. (You’re talking to someone who ID-ed a short, barely audible soundbite of inessential dialogue from Three Days of the Condor between songs on Radiohead’s OK Computer on first listen when it came out.) I also want to acknowledge the deft, seemingly thrown-off film criticism that runs throughout these entires—like your breezy apt summary of Bree’s existential dilemma in Klute: finding empowerment in turning tricks and humiliation in modeling/acting (which I, bizarrely, identify with these days.) This collection of pieces sits somewhere alongside your fantastic celebrations of difficult or undersung male European film actors, and I can’t get enough. Thanks for them.
I'm still waiting for high-waisted, wide-leg pants to come back -- the early 70s' version, which were tight only around the hips & butt and flared below, but not cartoonishly so. The old boiled-wool Navy 13-button bells, for example. Somewhere I have an old Life magazine from the late 30s that features Greta Garbo in gorgeous drapey gabardine trousers of roughly the same cut; have aspired to that look since.
So so great to read these pieces, just to be immersed in both your voice and the early-'70s cinematic world I sink into like a warm bath. (You’re talking to someone who ID-ed a short, barely audible soundbite of inessential dialogue from Three Days of the Condor between songs on Radiohead’s OK Computer on first listen when it came out.) I also want to acknowledge the deft, seemingly thrown-off film criticism that runs throughout these entires—like your breezy apt summary of Bree’s existential dilemma in Klute: finding empowerment in turning tricks and humiliation in modeling/acting (which I, bizarrely, identify with these days.) This collection of pieces sits somewhere alongside your fantastic celebrations of difficult or undersung male European film actors, and I can’t get enough. Thanks for them.
Thank you so much for making my day with this glorious note, Mr. Norris!
I'm still waiting for high-waisted, wide-leg pants to come back -- the early 70s' version, which were tight only around the hips & butt and flared below, but not cartoonishly so. The old boiled-wool Navy 13-button bells, for example. Somewhere I have an old Life magazine from the late 30s that features Greta Garbo in gorgeous drapey gabardine trousers of roughly the same cut; have aspired to that look since.
They're hard to find, but they do exist. You have to look for them pretty hard tho.
What, no Tony Manero?
Terrific piece.
Oh, hell, one could write a whole book about Tony.
You again totally rock. You didn't mention the Elon Musk autobiography Zardoz though.
Oh I WANTED to write about Zardoz and his mesh loincloth, trust.