The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Adventures in American Filmmaking #132

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Today's Adventure: Sam Wood, James Wong Howe and George Brent wait with bated breath to hear what words will emerge from the lovely Myrna Loy's lips, on the set of Stamboul Quest, 1934.

3 comments :

rudyfan1926 said...

Was there another star so perfect as the wonderful Myrna Loy? From the early days as an oritentale exotic type, to the perfect foil to William Powell (or Gable or Tracy) and the perfect wife as in Best Years of Our Lives. Then, there is that perfect nose. She was also quite a humanitarian and activist. Great pic!

Christopher said...

"formal" filmmaking

Vanwall said...

And such lips.