sing softly to me: why crooning is a revolution

And that is, in music, from what I can tell, the birth of a vocal personality, the movement from “song” to “singer.” No longer is it just the piece of sheet music you buy and play after dinner with your family, it’s now the sound of Rudy Vallee singing to you alone. The sound of someone’s voice intimately.

Hitchcock: The Man Who Knew Too Much (1956)

I haven’t any idea why both Doris Day and Jimmy Stewart hold such happy places in my heart–but they do. This is the sort of Hitchcock I enjoy most, when I’m not left feeling sick and paranoid. Well, right now I’m feeling sick because I’ve been drinking coffee all night and that’s a miserable thingContinue reading “Hitchcock: The Man Who Knew Too Much (1956)”

film: Walters – Please Don’t Eat the Daisies (1960)

I suppose it’s rare that one can watch a lengthy portion of a film and miss every shred of context. Something that has angered me for years: the general perception of the ending to the musical Pippin. Wikipedia sums it up: “Pippin realizes that he has given up his extraordinary purpose for the simplest andContinue reading “film: Walters – Please Don’t Eat the Daisies (1960)”