Just a few shots of the man who has the magnetism, charisma, sex appeal, good looks and incredible talent to be a true movie star. A man who looks great on the red carpet and seems made to wear a tux. He hasn’t won an Oscar or a Golden Globe or a Bafta yet. But he will. His time is coming . . . (screencaps courtesy RANet)
As a southerner born and bred, I have found a lot of people from other parts of the country and the world have very stereotyped notions of what life is like for us. Someone from “up North” recently asked me if we had indoor plumbing. I assured her that not only did we have plumbing, we had electricity, city water and that new-fangled internet thing.
I am not saying there aren’t backward, ignorant redneck types here. But I have discovered you’ll find those kinds of people pretty much everywhere you go. The accents may be different, but their outlook is the same.
I ran across this essay written by a Mississippis restauranteur and I thought some of you ladies might enjoy it.
This was written by Robert St. John, executive chef and owner of the Purple Parrot Cafe, Crescent City Grill and Mahogany Bar of Hattiesburg, MS. and sent to me by a friend on my block.
Thirty years ago I visited my first cousin in Virginia. While hanging out with his friend, the discussion turned to popular movies of the day.
When I offered my two-cents on the authenticity and social relevance of the movie Billy Jack, one of the boys asked, in all seriousness; “Do you guys have movie theaters down there?” To which I replied, “Yep. We wear shoes too.”
Just three years ago, my wife and I were attending a food and wine seminar in Aspen, Colo. We were seated with two couples from Las Vegas.
One of the Glitter Gulch gals was amused and downright rude when I described our restaurant as a fine-dining restaurant. “Mississippi doesn’t have fine-dining restaurants!” she exclaimed and nudged her companion. I fought back the strong desire to mention that she lived in the land that invented the 99-cent breakfast buffet.
I wanted badly to defend my state and my restaurant with a 15-minute soliloquy and public relations rant that would surely change her mind.
- It was at that precise moment that I was hit with a blinding jolt of enlightenment, and in a moment of complete and absolute clarity it dawned on me — my South is the best-kept secret in the country. Why would I try to win this woman over? She might move down here.
I am always amused by Hollywood’s interpretation of the South. We are still, on occasion, depicted as a collective group of sweaty, stupid, backwards-minded and racist rednecks. The South of movies and TV, the Hollywood South, is not my South.
This is my South: a. My South is full of honest, hard-working people.
- b. My South is colorblind. In my South, we don’t put a premium on pigment. No one cares whether you are black, white, red or green with orange polka dots.
- c. My South is the birthplace of blues and jazz, and rock n’ roll. It has banjo pickers and fiddle players, but it also has B.B. King, Muddy Waters, the Allman Brothers, Emmylou Harris and Elvis.
- d. My South is hot.
- e. My South smells of newly mowed grass.
- f. My South was the South of The Partridge Family, Hawaii 5-0 and kick the can.
- g. My South was creek swimming, cane-pole fishing and bird hunting.
- h. In my South, football is king, and the Southeastern Conference is the kingdom. i. My South is home to the most beautiful women on the planet.
- j. In my South, soul food and country cooking are the same thing. k. My South is full of fig preserves, cornbread, butter beans, fried chicken, grits and catfish.
- l. In my South we eat foie gras, caviar and truffles.
- m. In my South, our transistor radios introduced us to the Beatles and the Rolling Stones at the same time they were introduced to the rest of the country.
- n. In my South, grandmothers cook a big lunch every Sunday.
- o. In my South, family matters, deeply.
- p. My South is boiled shrimp, blackberry cobbler, peach ice cream, banana pudding and oatmeal cream pies.
- q. In my South people put peanuts in bottles of Coca Cola and hot sauce on almost everything.
- r. In my South the tea is iced and almost as sweet as the women.
- s. My South has air-conditioning. t. My South is camellias, azaleas, wisteria and hydrangeas.
- u. In my South, the only person that has to sit on the back of the bus is the last person that got on the bus.
- v. In my South, people still say “yes, ma’am,” “no ma’am,” “please” and “thank you.” w. In my South, Sunday is for church. The Ten Commandments mean something.
In my South, we all wear shoes & clothes….some of the time. My South is the best-kept secret in the country. Please continue to keep the secret….it keeps the idiots away.
Always delighted to discover a connection with the Toothsome One. When I read a while back in an article that one of his favorite movies was the Hitchcock classic North by Northwest, I was chuffed.
That’s because NbN is also a personal fav of the mister and I.
I am a big Hitchcock fan anyway, and North by Northwest might be the Hitch movie I like the best.
There’s suspense, intrigue, considerable humor, romance and a nail-biting denouement on the faces of Mount Rushmore. There’s the handsome and charismatic Cary Grant in the lead, the inimitable James Mason as the chief baddie and lovely Eva Marie Saint as a classic Hitchcock blonde—cool and calm, but with hints of passion bubbling beneath it all.
Grant plays a “Mad Man,” a successful New York advertising executive named Roger Thornhill. Thornhill is mistaken for a government agent by a ring of international spies and ends up being chased across the country with both the goodies and the baddies in pursuit. Saint is the beautiful and mysterious blonde who comes to his aid.
One of the most exciting and iconic sequences takes place in a Midwestern cornfield with Grant trying to avoid being killed by an unfriendly crop duster.
A personal connection I have with the movie is that part of it is set in Rapid City, S.D. and the afore-mentioned Mount Rushmore.
We lived in Rapid City for several years when we first married. I have visited the hotel featured in several scenes and I’ve been to Mt. Rushmore a number of times—a very impressive sight, I have to say, not matter how often I visited. In fact, from our own backyard, we could see the faint outline of those famous faces. In the summertime when they held the lighting ceremonies, we enjoyed watching the headlights of the cars as they came winding down the mountain.
Of course, they use a Hollywood set for the famous scene set at Mt. Rushmore. But it’s fun imagining Cary Grant, Eva Marie Saint and a dastardly Martin Landau in one of his first movie roles crawling around on Washington’s eyebrows or Lincoln’s nose.
This 1959 production clocks in at 131 minutes of time well spent. Mr. Armitage and I highly recommend it. Now, if I could just manage to have a screening of this classic with a nice bag of hot buttered popcorn shared with a certain TDHBEW . . .
With just 50 percent of the vote in our recent poll, long-locked Sir Guy’s Milanese threads with all those straps and buckles, paired with the Marvel of Engineering Trousers and the Floppy Black Pirate Shirt, was your choice for Favourite Look.
Coming in second with 40.63 perfent of the vote is S2 Guy with his head-to-toe leather.
So to celebrate here are some more pix of sexy, angsty, gorgeous S3 Guy for your enjoyment.
Almost 16,000 views now here at the blog, with 2,653 comments and counting. Again, I say “thank you” for your support.
When I decided, after a lot of thought, to finally take the plunge and start my own blog earlier this month, I felt a bit like someone who has planned a big party. The food and music and decorations were all in place, but will anybody actually show up?
Turns out, you did.
I’ve already received some great suggestions from various readers through your comments, but I am always open to new ideas. Please let me know what you have enjoyed the most and what types of posts you would like to see more of. I know the polls have proved popular; if you have ideas for future polls, I would love to hear them.
I plan to continue to share about books, music and films I have enjoyed that aren’t necessarily linked to Richard, but are definitely worthy of your time. And TAE Word for the Day also seems to have fans.
I also plan to continue to spotlight some of Richard’s lesser-known/smaller roles each Sunday, as suggested to me by Leigh. And of course, daily eye candy. That goes without saying. And if you liked my poetic tribute to his thighs and want me to continue with other parts of his anatomy–let me know.
If there are any particular aspects of Richard’s acting career, a role you’d like to see him undertake, actors with whom you’d like to see him perform–really, no subject is off the table other than digging into the man’s private life–I would love to hear from you.
And if you are lurking out there, please feel free to “jump in with the other ladies” and share your thoughts and ideas.
After all, this blog is for you, the readers, this part of the greater whole of “our little community.” It is, I believe, a friendly, congenial place, where you can find nourishment, nurturing and a not inconsiderable degree of fun.
And again, thanks.
In 2007, Richard appeared opposite Jessie Wallace as Percy Courtney, the first of three husbands of famed music hall entertainer, Marie Lloyd. Lloyd was the most celebrated female artist in the first decade of the 20th century in England and her story was told in the television movie Marie Lloyd: Queen of the Music Hall
Courtney, a dandy and stage door Johnny, picks out the young Marie as a future star. This adoring fan charms and disarms the teenager who soon ends up in his bed and with child. They marry and welcome their daughter a few months later. All goes well for a while, until Marie continues to spend more and more time with her fellow performers and fans and less and less time with her husband.
When Marie refuses to play the role of dutiful wife, Percy succumbs to the temptations of willing women and plentiful wine and their marriage disintegrates. Some familiar faces in Armitage World appear here, including Shaune Parker, Masuku in Strike Back, who plays the Showman, the narrator who appears throughout the film whilst Amanda Root, Monet’s second wife in The Impressionists plays Mrs. Chant. If you enjoy show biz bios, period dramas and musicals (and Mr. Armitage as another charmer with a darker side) then Marie Lloyd is for you.. (screencaps~RANet, other images Wikipedia)