Cecilee Linke

I can write you a story, teach you French, sing you a song.

Best Picture Winners #17 – Going My Way (1944)

I wondered how the awesomeness of Casablanca could ever be topped. Except for some awkward cuts (oops, forgot to mention that in my review….. eh, oh well!), that movie was great and I totally understand its classic status. You had engaging characters, an intriguing story and perfect chemistry between Bogart and Bergman (who, incidentally, never acted together in another movie, despite how great they were on screen).

Musicals don’t often win Best Picture prizes. And that next year’s winner, a Bing Crosby flick called Going My Way, was classified as one when I researched the plot summary. I figured that it would be a musical when I saw Bing Crosby in the cast list. To me, he’s the voice of Christmas. Oh, the number of times I’ve heard his renditions of Silver Bells and White Christmas on WASH-FM during the holiday season as a child!

I wish I liked Going My Way. I really wanted to like it. It had a sweet story. Bing Crosby plays a young priest who has been hired to help a struggling church. His interactions with the rough neighborhood kids in particular make him stand out. He turns them into choirboys (cue the obligatory musical sequence where we get to hear Bing Crosby singing). He also helps a teenaged runaway whose parents just don’t understand her (ah teen angst, it knows no time period).

And other things happen. But I had already tuned out by the hour mark.

For a movie with Bing Crosby as the main star, you’d think there would be a musical sequence every five minutes. Not so. We didn’t get to hear him sing a whole song until almost an hour in the movie. Sad face.

I honestly tuned out by then anyway.

I’m gonna keep this short and sweet:

The plot may have been sweet, but good Lord, it was too long. WAYYYY TOOOOOOO LOOOOOONG.

I will say another good thing about this movie. I had no idea that old song Swingin’ On A Star was from this movie. A baritone in my high school choir sang that tune for our annual Cabaret Show when I was in high school. I knew it was an old song but had no idea it was from a movie. My ears perked up when I heard those familiar first lines.

Other than that…… Meh. Too long and a real disappointment after such a classic movie like Casablanca. When I am looking for anything else to keep me occupied during a movie, I know I’m in trouble……

Two stars out of five

Next time: An “aside” movie, that is, a Best Picture nominee, called Gaslight!

Best Picture Winners #16 – Casablanca (1943)

“Here’s lookin’ at you, kid.”

“Play it again, Sam.”

“Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.”

More like, of all the “classic” movies we’ve seen so far, this has been the first one to truly deserve that status.

OK so maybe I inserted my own quote there!

But it’s totally true.

If I had to sum up the movie with one sentence, it would be that.

Now, this was the second time I’d seen this movie, and Andrew’s first. Before I had even seen this movie for the first time as a teenager in the early 2000s, I had heard those famous lines quoted elsewhere in pop culture. I knew they were from some famous older movie, but I didn’t see it for the first time until I took a Film History class in high school. (Now that I’ve seen the movie for a second time and have paid more attention than I did as a pimply teenager, I also know that second quote is actually “play it once, Sam,” but I digress!) I remembered it being really good, but didn’t remember much else. Again, pimply teenager with limited attention span.

Seeing it again in my early thirties….


I can see why this is a total classic.

You get an American expatriate, Rick (Humphrey Bogart) who owns a place called Rick’s Café Américain in what was then French-occupied Morocco (I’d forgotten about France’s involvement in Morocco; I usually remember Algeria and Senegal before I think of Morocco). In these early days of World War II, Rick’s place attracts a variety of folks: Vichy French and German officials, refugees who are desperate to make it to the US, and people who prey on them.

Rick is more than just the nightclub owner. He’s a cynical, bitter guy who claims to “never stick his neck out for no one,” yet despite his claims of being neutral, you find out later that he ran guns to Ethiopia during their war with Italy (a little known part of history for me) and he sided with the Loyalists in the Spanish Civil War.  He’s also not allowed back to the US, but that part is never explained (apparently it was left ambiguous on purpose by the filmmakers). Hmmmm….. So already, you get an intriguing character who doesn’t seem to be completely good but not bad either.

In the beginning of the movie, Rick comes into possession of some “letters of transit” from a petty crook who plans to sell them at Rick’s place that night. Unfortunately, the crook is killed before he can meet with his contact. These letters are important because it would allow refugees who are currently stranded in Casablanca to travel around German-controlled Europe and neutral Portugal.

That same night, we find out why Rick is so bitter. In walks his old flame Ilsa (Ingrid Bergman), who happens to be there with her husband Victor Lazlo, a well-known Czech Resistance leader. They want those papers so that Victor and Ilsa can escape to America and he can continue his resistance work. Meanwhile, a German general named Strasser has come to Casablanca to make sure he doesn’t succeed.

Seeing Ilsa again, Rick recounts to Sam, his piano player, how he and Ilsa were once lovers when he was in Paris. They were supposed to run away together but on the day they were supposed to leave, she left a note that she couldn’t come with him, leaving him heartbroken. Meanwhile, Lazlo makes inquiries as to who has those letters of transit, and is told that Rick might have them…..

I could go on from there but I won’t spoil the rest! You’ll just have to watch it yourself!

Not only is the story well-told, but it’s well-paced, has interesting characters, and never once was I bored. It’s hard not to be bored with such interesting plot threads that all fit together in the end without being forced. Not to mention it’s one of the shorter Oscar winners. At the end, I went, whoa, it’s over? Wha??

What I liked the most about Casablanca was that it told an interesting story that had several different genres melded together without going too far into one. It’s a war movie, but you don’t see any combat. It’s a romance movie, but it’s not the main focus of the story (at least, to my eyes). It’s a drama but it doesn’t lean on melodrama like some of the other movies we’ve seen in this project. Oh and the ending…. OK I will say it ends with a plane taking off, and at the time, the filmmakers weren’t allowed to film on an actual airfield. So they used props and other tricks to make it look like they were all in an actual plane. I couldn’t even believe that when I first read it in the IMDB trivia board, but there you go!

All in all, a well-deserved classic movie that I will definitely be watching again!

Five stars out of five

Next time: The 1944 Best Picture winner Going My Way. Going (no pun intended) from a war drama to a musical…. We’ll see how this goes…..

Best Picture Winners #15 – Mrs. Miniver (1942)

They say that dramas are the most common genre of Oscar Best Picture winners. I can believe it. For this project so far, we have seen far more dramas than comedies, and more dramas than other genre movies such as film noir (The Maltese Falcon, a BP nominee). We haven’t seen any horror yet (the only BP horror winner wasn’t until the early 90s when Silence of the Lambs won, though I don’t personally count that as a horror movie), no crime thrillers, and certainly no fantasy movies either (that won’t come until 2003 with Return of the King, a movie my husband absolutely HATES and will NEVER want to watch again. He hates that Tolkien guy…… 😀 )

Like other titles in our project, Mrs. Miniver wasn’t a title that registered with me when we compiled our list of movies. I had the same impression when I heard that title as I did when I heard the titles CimarronCavalcadeWings, and Grand Hotel.

Curious about what we’d be getting into, I read the plot summary for Mrs. Miniver.

And I was less than thrilled on first impression.

My first thought was, oh god another Cavalcade. Every major historical event happens to this one family, it’s too long, it’s boring, blah blah blah.

I settled into my latest crochet project, thinking I would be more engaged with that than the movie.

However, I was pleasantly surprised then that I was drawn in to the characters and the story early on! I actually found myself wondering what was going to happen next. See, if I’m engaged within the first thirty minutes, I consider that a good sign! The story itself is not complicated, which helped. The titular character and her family living though the early days of World War Two in their little English village. Dealing with German planes always flying overhead. Having to hide in a bomb shelter. Her son going off to war.

Bam. The plot in a nutshell.

There’s also romance, but it’s in no way a romance movie. A side story involves Mrs Miniver’s son Vincent aka Vin falling for his longtime neighbor and friend Carol, who he remembers as being sweet and having thighs as big as sausages (a comment that I wouldn’t have found funny but that might just be too much of my 2016 mindset!). They marry at the end of the movie. Woo.

I could tell this movie wanted to be a depiction of regular life during a harrowing time in history and in that sense, the movie accomplished that! Rather than piling on every major event of that time, the characters were simply living their lives and going through anything that did naturally come their way. Hiding in a bomb shelter during an air raid. Her idealistic son joining the military. Planning a flower show (keep calm and carry on indeed), a scene that played like something right out of a British radio drama I’ve been listening to since 2011, The Archers! Buying a new hat and feeling guilty for paying so much. (Oh the days when women wore hats on a regular basis…..)

All in all, this was one of the better wartime movies we’ve seen for this project. Not a new favorite because it still dragged a bit but it was a lot more enjoyable than expected! It was what it wanted to be, as Andrew put it!

Three out of five stars

Next time: We’ll be lookin’ at you, kid. The 1943 Oscar BP winner, a classic I haven’t seen since high school film class: Casablanca!

If only it were that easy

When a new season of The Voice begins in the early part of the year, I’m glued to the TV set. Well, sort of. In the sense that I set my DVR to record every episode so that I can watch it an hour into the show (avoiding commercials, hehe!) or the next day, commercial-free. Before The Voice, I watched American Idol, but I gave up on that show after about six seasons. It just wasn’t interesting me anymore. I didn’t even care when they stopped. So The Voice is the only music competition show I regularly watch. I may not be a professional musician but I do love to sing and make music, so I love watching people singing and following their dreams.

I myself tried out for The Voice a few years ago for fun. They were holding auditions in DC so I decided to make a weekend of it. My parents still live up there, so I visited them, then sang for producers, and went back home. None of us in our little group got through, but hey, it was a fun day and makes for an interesting story. I can say, “I’ve tried out for a TV show!”

Not being chosen for the show might’ve made anyone upset. And a few of the others I tried out with came out in tears because they weren’t picked. However, I was not fazed. That audition was the culmination of years and years of hard work. The fact that I even went through with it in the first place was enough for me!

You see, I couldn’t have done that audition even a year before.

It’s hard to believe it now, but there was a time when I would mouth along instead of sing Happy Birthday. Same thing when I attended Christmas Eve services and everyone got up to sing Silent Night or Hark the Herald Angels Sing. In high school, I took voice lessons and sang in the choir and even did the occasional solo piece, but I had such confidence issues that singing in front of others by myself made my mouth go dry and my knees knock. Those fears followed me into college and beyond. Singing became something I did when I was sure no one else was listening. Simply put, I was too afraid to let other people hear me sing because I disliked my own voice. Seriously.

And it took me years to surmount that obstacle. As in, most of my life.

That time in my life is something I’ve moved past. However, I bring up that subject because I wish people could know how much work goes on behind the scenes when it comes to being artistic. I want people to know that it doesn’t just come out of a vacuum. Developing yourself as an artist takes lots of confidence, making tons of mistakes, figuring out what you’re good at, figuring out what your own voice is, etc. And that applies to not just singing, but also writing, painting, anything creative. Most of all, it takes time.

Those confidence issues with singing emerged when I was fourteen years old. Only now, in my early thirties, almost twenty years later, can I say that I’ve found my joy in singing again and that I truly enjoy my own voice. I have no problem doing karaoke now or getting up at a local open mic night.

I began writing stories when I was a child. And do you know how many stories I’ve written to get to the good stuff that I’ve published on Amazon? HUNDREDS. For over twenty years, I’ve written stories, just writing and writing until I get to the stuff that’s worth reading.

Don’t get me started on the number of songs I’ve written. There’s a reason I’m a prolific songwriter. I believe in writing as much as possible before the good stuff emerges.

So it really boggles my mind when contestants come on to The Voice as true amateurs. People who seem to have woken up one morning and decided, “Hey, that musical thing I’m always doing with my throat? I want to do something with that instead of this stupid plumbing job. I’ve never performed before but I just feel like I’m meant to do this.” In other words, people who haven’t worked to surmount the issues that I had. And those people? They get up there and are completely natural, never having to have worked the way I did. And if they have, they don’t show it on TV.

Exhibit A. This season, there was Hannah Huston, who didn’t start out being a favorite for me (that honor went to Moushumi; the quirky voices never go far in the competition *sigh*), but as time has gone on, I’ve really liked her. She’s got something unique in her that I’m curious to see what will grow in to. And she is one of those amateurs I mentioned. In reading about her, she’s only done a few performances at open mic nights, she’s a teacher by day, and she has no prior background in making music.

But there she is on a major network TV show, in the finals, close to being a winner (she’s my pick for this season, but that’s just me). And each time she gets up there to sing, she makes it look so easy.

Unless an artist is transparent about it, readers, viewers, listeners, etc, never know what really goes on with an artist behind the scenes. How many stories so-and-so has started and finished but hasn’t gone back to because the story just isn’t that compelling. How many songs so-and-so has written and tossed away because the melody isn’t working out, etc. If you’re not a creative type, you don’t realize that art, whether it’s singing, playing guitar, writing a poem, drawing a picture, or writing a book, doesn’t just appear. There’s always work behind it. Editing, changing words, finding your own voice instead of imitating your favorite author or singer, erasing and redrawing lines, etc.

While I enjoy being an artistic type, I do realize that it’s a lot of work. Is it rewarding for me? Absolutely! Being at the Tidewater Comicon this weekend, I LOVED engaging with people about my writing. Telling them about my weird love of abandoned places which inspired my Wash Woods book series, the stories I imagined for my characters in The Sims 3 which inspired Elodie and Heloise. Because I want people to know what really goes on. Can anyone do it? Well, sure, but realize that it will take time and patience.

And all those people who get up there on TV and you never see what goes on before the show? Well, they must be really lucky then.

If only it really were that easy.

Best Picture Winners #14 – How Green Was My Valley (1941)

So far in the 40s, our Best Picture winners have been adaptations of novels. Of the two of them, I’ve only read Rebecca. I had no idea that the 1941 winner, How Green Was My Valley, began as a novel until I watched the opening credits. Of course, I know this won’t be the last BP winner whose story was originally a book (Around the World in 80 Days and Oliver! are some of the future ones on our list that immediately came to mind).

This was one of those winners that I had never heard of, unlike the others on our list, such as Midnight Cowboy and From Here To Eternity. Part of what’s been fun about this project is watching all these classic movies. Honestly, that’s why Andrew and I went for this project in the first place! I had a vague idea of what this was about. Here’s all you need to know: life in a Welsh mining town (imagine the 80s song Life in a Northern Town recast as those words instead……”life in a Welshmining town…..” 😀 ) and behind it all, is a sweeping and touching drama about a family and their lives in this town.

That’s it.

Considering that I love to write about family drama in my own books, you would think that I would riveted on the edge of my seat for this one. I feel bad saying this because I know some people love this movie, even with all its sentimental plot points that verge on sappy (especially the ending montage), but I have to say that Andrew and I were both less than engaged for this one. If I find myself randomly checking stuff on my phone, I know that’s not a good sign…..

The problem for me wasn’t the sentimentality. I can deal with that. Plus, this wasn’t nearly as sappy as You Can’t Take It With You. It was more that the pacing was so…. slow…… I don’t know it it’s because they excised material from the book (which is over 600 pages!), so parts that might’ve made it more engaging were gone, but I just didn’t feel lost in the story like I wanted to be. I kept wondering how much time was left instead. I also felt like there was too much external narration going on. I would’ve preferred to have less of that in this movie and just focused on what was going on screen and figure it out myself. And the ending was unsatisfying too…..

Now don’t think for a moment that I hated this one. This wasn’t a terrible movie by any means. This was no Cimarron, that’s for sure! That they managed to make California look like southern Wales is a testament to the filmmakers. And I did love the different Welsh names. Angharad (I just might use that name in my latest book, which includes Welsh characters). Huw. Gwilyn. Oh and the miners always singing Welsh hymns. The language nerd in me loved hearing Welsh, a language you don’t hear much, especially here in the US.

I just wished that the story had moved along a little quicker….. *sigh* Not a favorite, but by no means a bad movie.

Three out of five stars

Next time: Our “aside” movies, Citizen Kane and The Maltese Falcon. Both are movies I’ve heard great things about. Let’s hope they’ve held up well over the years, especially Citizen Kane. We shall see! 🙂 

Best Picture Winners #13a – The Great Dictator (1940)

You couldn’t have two more different movies if you tried.

Even though ten (!) movies were nominated for Best Picture in 1940, Andrew and I chose only one “aside” movie for that year. That was the year that the excellent Rebecca won Best Picture. No one knew at the time, but that film would be the only Hitchcock movie to ever win that award.

Within the long list of Best Picture nominees was the first Charlie Chaplin “talkie,” our only “aside” movie for 1940. Andrew had always heard good things about it, so he suggested we add that one to the list.

Rebecca, as we all know, is a drama.

The Great Dictator?

Ummmmmm, not so much.

Andrew put it this way: if you’ve ever seen The Producers, and you remember that scene with the song “It’s springtime for Hitler and Germany,” then imagine that scene and sense of humor extended into almost two hours. And you’ll get a sense of this movie.

You get Charlie Chaplin playing a nameless Jewish barber who is injured during battle in Tomania (Germany) trying to save the life of his friend Schultz. He loses his memory through a bad concussion and has to spend time in a care-home for about twenty years recovering. When he comes out, a ruthless dictator has taken over with his Double Cross party and forced Chaplin’s fellow Jews to live in ghettos, which are run by his former friend Schultz. And who is Schultz’s boss? The great dictator Adenoid Hynkler, who looks just like our Jewish barber hero.

Chaplin as the Jewish barber in the movie..... and now.....

Chaplin as the Jewish barber in the movie….. and now…..

No, that's totally not Hitler...... *shifty eyes* (From Wikipedia)

No, that’s totally not Hitler…… *shifty eyes* (From Wikipedia)

Schultz protests Hynkel’s new policy of eradicating the Jews, so he is jailed, but then escapes and hides out with his old friend and Chaplin’s girlfriend Hannah in the ghetto. Stormtroopers come in and find Schultz and the barber and take them away to a camp, but Hannah and her family escape to the nearby Osterlich (Austria; the German word for Austria is Österreich), which hasn’t been invaded yet. However, Hynkel has plans for that country, and after failing to ally with Napaloni, he invades Osterlich. Schultz and the barber are trapped at the camp, but manage to escape, and given that the barber looks just like Hynkel, he uses that to his advantage when Hynkel is planning his invasion of Osterlich…..

When we went into this movie, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I’d never seen a Charlie Chaplin movie, and I came to find out that he was the only Hollywood filmmaker to continue making silent movies even well into the sound era. And it wasn’t until The Great Dictator that he made his first “talkie.” I had only vaguely heard of this movie, and I didn’t read much about it beforehand. I wanted to judge it on its own merits.

What I came away with was the first truly hilarious comedy of this entire list so far. More than that, this was the first satire that made the list of nominees too. And what a hilarious one this was! I have never laughed more than during the first scene of Charlie Chaplin making his speech as Adenoid Hynkler. Oh and the globe scene, and the meetings between Hynkler and Napaloni, the leader of Bacteria, all capped off with a touching ending with a wonderful speech about hope and humanity, I absolutely loved this movie. Watching this seventy-six years later, with generations of hindsight behind us, this movie still holds up, in my opinion. It’s such a great send-up of Adolf Hitler and just how ridiculous he came across, and while it did drag in some parts, I was engaged for the movie.

Chaplin did everything to make Hitler/Hynkel as ridiculous as possible, and that is where the humor in this movie comes from. The random babble that sounds like German, inserting random words that sound like German (“cheese and crackern!”) as well as actual German words like sauerkraut and wienerschnitzel, how he would raise his hand to stop the clapping and all applause would stop…… Well, you can see it for yourself in this scene, the first time that Hynkel makes his appearance in the movie:

And who can forget the closing speech, with our barber hero dressed as Hynkel, at the invasion of Osterlich:

Hands down one of my favorites of the project so far! If you enjoy satire, political humor, and/or just want to see a classic comedy that can still make you laugh in 2016, I recommend this movie! 😀

Five stars out of five

Next time: We move forward to 1941’s Best Picture winner, How Green Was My Valley, and two other asides for that year, Citizen Kane and The Maltese Falcon, which Andrew and I have never seen.

Best Picture Winners #13 – Rebecca (1940)

I can’t remember when I first heard of Daphne Du Maurier’s famous book Rebecca. However I heard of it, I ended up reading the novel for a book report in my senior year of high school. And I blew right through that story. It was right up my alley: dark, gothic and the story was set in a mysterious house (at that time, my favorite books were Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights, novels that are set in large houses that were full of mysterious secrets).

Back then, I had a tradition of reading a book and then watching the movie adaptation. I liked comparing the book and movie to see what was changed and what was retained. After reading a biography of Joseph Merrick for a sophomore year book report, I watched The Elephant Man. After reading Wuthering Heights, I taped (yes, literally taped) the Juliette Binoche/Falph Fiennes version of Wuthering Heights off one of the movie channels on DirecTV.

No exception was made for Rebecca. After reading Rebecca and getting a good grade on my report (yay!), Mom and I went to our local Blockbuster (ah the days before Netflix…..) so I could see the 1940 movie version and compare it to the book.

After the all-color Gone With The Wind, we return to black and white for this movie, and while it would’ve been interesting to have it all in color, I think the black and white works well for a movie like this. Right from the beginning, we are taken to the remains of a burned mansion, with a voiceover that begins “Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again.” It’s the voice of the unnamed narrator, who is remembering what this house used to look like, and from there, we go into her story.



We never know that woman’s name. What we do find out is how she came to live in that large mansion. After lingering on the remains of that large house, we return back in time several years. While employed as the traveling companion for an older, rich woman in the early part of the 20th century, our heroine meets the rich, older (he appears to be in his late thirties/early forties; she’s in her twenties) and brooding Max de Winter in Monaco. They spend time together, they fall in love, and they marry in a hurry, at which point, he takes her home to his Cornish mansion called Manderley.

She knows that this isn’t Max de Winter’s first marriage. She’s heard of his first wife, the titular character. (And to make it easier for you guys reading, I’m going to call our narrator Mrs. DW #2) And almost right away, Mrs. DW #2 feels jealous. Everyone talks at Manderley about how Rebecca used to do things, so that’s how she should do them too. This is where Rebecca did her correspondence, these are the people she wrote to, etc. The handkerchiefs are all embroidered with her monogram. So is the stationery and all the bed linens. And everyone talks about how great Rebecca was. That she was gorgeous, kind, etc etc blah blah blah. The woman could do no wrong, it seems. And oh wasn’t her death such a tragedy? She went out one night on the sea and drowned. Sad sad sad.

And hounding Mrs. DW #2 about anything to do with Rebecca is the main housekeeper, Mrs. Danvers.

Oh boy, where to start with her.

Creepy housekeeper time.....

Creepy housekeeper time…..

Mrs. Danvers loved Rebecca. (And whether that love is something of the “love that dare not speak its name” kind, or just pure devotion is up to interpretation.) Mrs. Danvers takes it upon herself to remind Mrs. DW #2 of Rebecca ALL the time. Mrs. Danvers has even preserved Rebecca’s former bedroom as a shrine. She shows Mrs. DW #2 around said bedroom when Mrs. DW #2 goes there one day out of curiosity. Mrs. Danvers shows her Rebecca’s bed, her dressing table, and her linens, reminding her of the untouched underwear that Rebecca never wore.

Ummmmmm…… did I mention that she’s creepy?

So it’s bad enough that Mrs. DW #2 feels out of her depth in having to take care of this large house and filling the shoes of this seemingly perfect woman. But with Mrs. Danvers around practically every corner and Max not doing much to make her feel welcome, and making her doubt her relationship with Max, Mrs. DW #2 is having a rough time of it. Who hasn’t felt out of their depth in a new situation? Perhaps that’s what touched me most about Mrs. DW #2. You could feel her pain in trying to measure up and be good enough for everyone. And the way that Max seems to ignore how his new wife is feeling, like ignoring a new dress she bought to impress him, just makes it all the more heartbreaking.

Of course, we find out later that Rebecca isn’t as perfect as she seemed to be and that Max isn’t still in love with her in any way, when her sunken boat is found after another boat hits the rocks and it all comes to light. I suppose I could give away more of what happens after that, but I would rather leave it for you to find out. 😀

I enjoyed this movie when I saw it as a teenager. Watching it again years later, I still do. I’ve watched some longer movies for this project (this one runs a little over two hours) that felt like they lasted way longer. Gone With The Wind was one of them. And You Can’t Take It With You ran for less but felt longer. But the pace of this one felt just right. I was engaged the entire time, and certainly Andrew was. He’s even said he’d like to read the book! Definitely one of the better movies we’ve watched so far in this movie project, and to hear there’s going to be a remake…… Well, I’m not so sure about that! This movie was perfect in terms of the atmosphere, pacing, and the acting. You could really feel for these characters, especially Mrs. DW #2, though I did wish Max could’ve been a little more sympathetic to his new wife, but that’s probably my more modern sensibilities coming through. 🙂

And Mrs. Danvers is still as creepy as ever.

Four stars out of five

Next time: An aside movie, a Charlie Chaplin movie called The Great Dictator.

Best Picture Winners #12a – Wuthering Heights (1939)

One of the first “classic” books I ever read was a book from the late 1800s called Wuthering Heights.

That wouldn’t be significant except that when I read it, I was in eighth grade. I finished the book on New Years Eve of my eighth grade year. I remember because it was my goal to finish the book by then.

You could say that I was a very precocious reader. I started reading Emma when I was ten years old. I didn’t get through it all, but the point was, I was reading this thing when I was ten years old! I was also a huge fan of The Little Princess and Little Women, which I also read around that time. And somewhere along the way, I found the Brontë sisters and Wuthering Heights.

The book was unlike anything I’d read to that point. While I’d read tragic books before (Where the Red Fern Grows), this one was OMG SUPER TRAGIC HOLY CRAP. The heroine dies halfway through the book (SPOILER), the male lead is a psychopath to the nth degree (OOPS ANOTHER SPOILER), and the atmosphere is NOT a happy one. Not at all the romantic story that it’s sometimes portrayed to be, especially in this movie adaptation. They say when you read a book like that so young that you probably don’t comprehend all the nuances.

Oh but I did.

I knew going into this that it would be different from the book. And that this was the first of many adaptations of Emily Brontë’s story. I’d expected things to be different from the book. Because a book and a movie are two different ways of telling a story. One is more visual, the other allows you to get into more of the character’s heads with words instead of visuals.

This adaptation starts off the same way the book does: a man named Mr. Lockwood finds himself wandering around the Yorkshire moors on a stormy night and comes across Wuthering Heights. Needing a place to stay to wait out the storm, he asks the owners, a Mr. Heathcliff and his wife, if he can stay for the night. Heathcliff tells him they aren’t usually prepared for visitors, but he’ll be put up in one of the spare rooms that hasn’t been used in years.

While Lockwood is sleeping, he is awakened by a ghostly, woman’s voice at the window begging for Heathcliff to let her in (cue the famous Kate Bush song because, well, it’s Kate and any excuse to put one of my favorite all-time artists in a blog post!)

Lockwood is spooked of course and lets Heathcliff know that he can’t sleep in that room because he heard a woman calling for him. At which point, Heathcliff runs out into the storm, calling for this Cathy. When Lockwood asks about that Cathy, Ellen, the old servant at Wuthering Heights, tells Lockwood the tragic story of Heathcliff’s love for Cathy. How Heathcliff was a foundling on the streets of Liverpool, and Cathy’s father Mr. Earnshaw brought him home to raise him as his own. Hindley, Cathy’s brother, hates how their father favors Heathcliff, he treats him badly, but Cathy loves him, they fall in love, but then can’t be together when Cathy wants to go be with the rich Edgar Linton down the road. Heathcliff leaves, comes back rich, but can’t have Cathy because she’s already married, so to spite her, Heathcliff marries Edgar’s sister Isabella, who actually IS into Heathcliff, but he doesn’t love her. He’s just doing it to get back at Cathy.

Then she suffers from Victorian illness and dies, leaving Heathcliff unhappy. And then fast forward however many years later to where the movie started, and Heathcliff is still pining over Cathy, but is stuck in a loveless marriage to Isabella, and then, oh, he dies in the storm and you get to see him wandering the moors with Cathy again.

It’s all very dramatic and drawn-out, and I’ll admit, I was a bit more into this movie than Andrew was. Probably because I’d read the book, knew the story well, and was curious to see how this adaptation held up against the book. Which is to say, the atmosphere was there, but the ending was totally changed. In fact, I’d say that the ending almost spoiled it for me. Other than Isabella being there when Mr. Lockwood comes in (by that point in the book, Isabella’s said “screw this, I’m leaving” and left the child she and Heathcliff have together with him and disappeared), and not having Cathy die in childbirth like in the book, the movie I thought was accurate to that first part of the book.

But that ending…..


The whole point of the story, in my opinion, is that obsession can ruin people. Note that I didn’t say love. Because as much as this movie wanted them to be portrayed as tragic lovers, I think of their relationship as more of an obsession than true, deep caring love. They would NOT have been happy together. They are too similar and would’ve just driven each other nuts.

Also, if Heathcliff and Cathy had truly loved each other, they wouldn’t have dragged other innocent people like Edgar and Isabella into it and tried to ruin each other’s lives because they couldn’t have what they wanted. And in the second half of the book, which isn’t even touched on in this movie, you get to see more of that obsession driving Heathcliff to ruin. You don’t see him trying to ruin the lives of his child with Isabella, Hindley’s child, or Cathy’s daughter, because of how he was mistreated as a child and because, well, he’s super psychopath-sociopath-you-really-don’t-want-to-make-him-mad.

So this has turned into a bit of a rambling post, and I might as well just end it here with my rating for the movie before this turns into a literary analysis. Was this worth watching? Yes, if you enjoy these kind of stories and if you’ve read the book. A well-done movie, though different from the book.

Three out of five stars (well-done movie, but docked for changing that ending and thus the whole point of the story)

Next time: Another literary adaptation and one I haven’t seen in years: Rebecca. Also, another book that I read when I was in high school!

Best Picture Winners #12 – Gone With The Wind (1939)

So now we’ve come to the longest Best Picture winner (well over four hours) and also the first major movie that even if you’ve never seen before, you’ve probably heard of it.

In other words, a true classic movie.

To be honest, I feel strange trying to write a review of a movie like this. It’s such a beloved film (for good reason, as you’ll see) and so much has been said and written about it. But I will try my best to say what I thought of this movie.

Andrew had never seen this before, but I had. I saw this movie for the first time in college. My best friend at the time was SUPER into classic movies like this one and she counted this one as one of her absolute favorites, if not THE favorite. She was shocked that I’d never seen it before, so one afternoon, we holed up and watched her two VHS set so I could see what a classic movie this was. I was wary of watching it because my mom had seen it a long time ago and thought of Scarlett as a brat and talked me out of seeing it.

While I won’t say that my mom was wrong, well….. Scarlett is complicated. And I’ll admit, I like complicated characters, but at times….. She was very frustrating to watch. As you’ll see.

Even after seeing this a second time, I’m still not sure what I really thought of this movie. As far as the movie-making skills on display here, Gone With The Wind is an extremely well-done movie especially for the time! The close-ups of characters, the lighting, and of course, the fact that this is the first all-color Best Picture winner is something of note. And the scene where Scarlett shoots a Union soldier who’s shown up on her doorstep leering at her is something right out of a Tarantino movie.

It’s just long. So. Long.

Sweeping, more like.

What to say about the story? Well, it’s set against the Civil War and Reconstruction (the post-war years). You get Scarlett O’Hara, a typical Southern belle who’s grown up rich and spoiled by her family at their Georgia plantation, and who is hopelessly chasing after Ashley Wilkes, her neighbor and the intended husband for a sweet girl named Melanie Hamilton. Scarlett could have any guy she wants but she wants the one she can’t have (isn’t that how it always works?). She’s beautiful and knows it, but also she’s very smart (which is demonstrated especially later on after the war ends and she has to make ends meet). Early on, she meets the famous Rhett Butler, an older bachelor and blockade runner, but she’s too blind to see that Rhett is actually into her, while Ashley clearly isn’t (and even tells her so multiple times).

As the war goes on, she marries once (the guy dies of pneumonia two months into service), encounters Rhett multiple times and has words with him (at least he actually has a personality, unlike Ashley), almost loses her home, Melanie has Ashley’s child and is unable to have any more, and has to escape Atlanta when it’s burning down. After the war, Scarlett marries again to her sister’s beloved, starts a lumber mill, he dies, she marries Rhett, you think they’re going to finally live happily ever after and she’ll see that Rhett is the one for her…..

Not so much.

Throughout the movie, I found myself increasingly frustrated with Scarlett. Since she’s the main character, we get to spend a lot of time with her. And you know, sometimes I liked her. I admired her tenacity and ability to adapt and survive. She didn’t just give up. She did what she could to save her family’s home. And of course her dresses were gorgeous, even though they’d be hard to drive in! (Hey, I think of practicality!). She even makes a beautiful dress out of the curtains in her house! Talk about resourceful (and actually something I did for fun using some old thrift store curtains for a skirt).


Behold, the curtain dress.

Behold, the curtain dress.


I don't want to know how many yards of fabric this was...... So pretty *sigh*

I don’t want to know how many yards of fabric this was…… So pretty *sigh*


Then, at other times, I wanted to throw my crochet needles at the screen (I’m the weird one for whom a four hour movie means “woohoo I’ll get some crocheting done!”). Here she has everything she could ever want (a husband who dotes on her, a beautiful child, a great house) and she’s still hung up on Ashley. Who is nice to look at, yes, but has no real personality. Seriously.

Fun fact: The guy who played Ashley (Leslie Howard) was in line to play Rhett. So glad they went with Clark Gable instead. He just doesn’t have the look of a suave, good-hearted (but still flawed and a bit of a jerk sometimes) character like Rhett. But that’s just me. 🙂

Of course, our heroine only realizes that she was a fool all along at the climax of this movie, at which point Rhett has had enough of her and is leaving her (Oh spoiler alert 😛 ). That’s where his famous “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn” comes from. She’s all worried about what she’s going to do, and he just doesn’t care anymore.

And I don’t blame him.

Classic movie. I can see why people love it. The cinematography for the time is absolutely astounding. It’s also about an important time in our history, the characters are certainly interesting, if at times infuriating, and the romance between Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh is something to behold. They have great chemistry together. Not something I’d watch everyday, but a well-done classic nonetheless.

Four stars out of five (no I wouldn’t watch it in the next year or so but it gets high marks for me for how well-done it is!)

Next time: We have TWO asides for 1939: The Wizard of Oz (which neither Andrew or I have seen in years!) and one of the many adaptations of Wuthering Heights. This is one version I’ve never seen, so this should be interesting. Especially because I hear that movie version stops halfway through the book, before it gets to the really interesting parts……

Best Picture Winners #11a – The Adventures of Robin Hood (1938)

So for 1938, we had down on our list two movies: the actual Best Picture winner (You Can’t Take It With You) and then a nominated-but-didn’t-win-but-we-want-to-watch-it-anyway (The Adventures of Robin Hood). A sentimental screwball comedy and an exciting adventure movie set in medieval times.

Wonder which one of those I liked the most….

😀 😀 😀 😀

This is also a movie that Andrew won’t be reviewing, See, he grew up on this movie and has fond memories of it from childhood. So no need to write a review! When we saw that movie had been nominated, I mentioned that I had never seen it before (I know the Disney version very well, though!) and he insisted that we watch it! And I said, hey, sure, why not? Woohoo!

I. Absolutely. Loved. This. Movie.


It’s got action, it’s got adventure, AND it’s also IN COLOR! Yes, this was the first color film of our project so far! Not even colorized. No, it was originally released in technicolor! Vibrant greens and reds all around. It had a look to it that you just don’t get in movies anymore, to be honest. I have nothing against digital stuff, but the look of these older color movies is just….. Wow! Such eye-popping colors!

As for the plot, well, it’s simple. In fact, it reminded me of Game of Thrones but without the blood and nudity. King Richard the Lionheart is being held captive by Leopold V, Duke of Austria, while returning home from the Third Crusade. Realizing that his brother isn’t around to stop him, Richard’s brother Prince John takes over the throne and oppresses the Saxons. Specifically, raising taxes that he claims are to help his brother’s ransom, but which is actually to secure his position as king. Sir Robin of Locksley (Errol Flynn), a Saxon knight, is the only nobleman who disagrees with Prince John, and for the rest of the movie, does everything in his power to oppose John and help restore the rightful king to the throne. Of course, other events happen (an archery tournament that Robin enters under a disguise, etc) but really, all you need to know is good guy versus bad guy.

Oh and of course, along the way, he meets a love interest, the beautiful Lady Marian Fitzwalter, played by none other than Olivia DeHavilland (the second movie with her and Errol Flynn that we’ve seen so far; the first was Captain Blood). And I don’t need to tell you this but I will: they end up together in the end.

But of course!

One of the most fun movies of the project so far, hands down!

Of note: the duel in the closing scenes between John and Robin is clearly the template for a similar fight in the movie The Rocketeer (incidentally, a movie that loved and watched all the time as a child just as Andrew watched this one!). There’s a scene about a half hour into The Rocketeer where the Timothy Dalton character is filming a movie with a scene that is very similar to the closing duel scene. Even fighting on a stone spiral staircase, just like in this movie.

First, the Robin Hood duel scene..... Note the stone staircase and everything.....

First, the Robin Hood duel scene….. Note the stone staircase and everything…..


Hey, wait, that looks familiar! :)

Hey, wait, that looks familiar! 🙂


Five out of five stars

Next time: A classic movie that I saw almost ten years ago with a college friend who rated it her most favorite movie of all time: Gone With The Wind. Also….. The longest movie so far. A movie of epic length, you might say…… 😀 🙂