Hey everyone. So I’ve finally gotten a little bit of free time to myself and here I am with a little blog post. More of a rant, really. I’ve hit my 20,00 word goal for Camp NaNoWriMo, and my bones are not as broken now. Heh. So, yeah. (:
Now, Dustedoff has a great review on this over here and if you want a real review with no spoilers, read that one. This is just a rant, I s’pose. All right, on with the good stuff. And just warning, it’s gonna be all pictures of James because he’s the only one I found worth taking screenshots of.
Right so Anvita started talking about this film on chat and I thought, “Oh okay, Dustedoff wrote a review on it and I intend to see it sometime or the other.” But then she added that people tried to send James to the asylum. Okay, WHAT?! Then we had a good deal of ranting and raging in our chat. I get extremely worked up when police officers come and try to arrest people in a movie. (Unless they’re arresting the bad guys.) But more often than not they get after the wrong guy, right? (I think I’ve been watching too many Hitchcock films.)
So anyway I have a hard enough time dealing with the police. (Side note: The other day I nearly had a total crisis while watching Johnny Eager. Robert Taylor got arrested and he deserved it? But that was soon solved ’cause he is so awesome and badass in that film.) The last thing I want to do is deal with James being lugged off to an asylum.
Look, Elwood is the cutest, sweetest, most polite guy I’ve seen. Sure, James is always polite in all his roles, but here he’s just so sweet. I want to give him a hug. But he’s almost vulnerable to a fault in this film, and he won’t stand up for himself. Take for example the other characters of his that I have seen. Mike Connor from The Philadelphia Story, full of witty comments, and incredibly romantic. Rupert Cadell from Rope, smart (he figures out what’s going on!) and full of guts. Martin Brietner of The Mortal Storm – he’s so brave and he actually stands up to the Nazis! Oh, you go, James!
But, yeah. In this film when they try to send him to the asylum, he’s either just really thick-headed (which I doubt; James has always been smart.) or he just doesn’t mind! I mean, I just can’t describe it. He gives people his card and flowers (oh James, why don’t you do that to me? Why don’t you hold my hand; flirt with me? Anything wrong with me? -cries-) and he has an obsession with putting a flower on his lapel.
Which is totally fine considering this scene from ten years earlier in The Shop Around the Corner. (Look at his pretty eyes! Oh my gosh! :D) And the whole carnation thing. My heart flipped when he put it on his lapel in front of Margaret Sullavan.
Oh but let’s not get off-topic here. Anyway, Elwood is simply adorable. I wish he would sock some people so bad (and they deserved it too!) and perhaps just snap. James, make a witty remark, make a snide comment, lose your temper, whatever, but God, he is just so polite in this film. As mentioned above, I would love him to punch people.
(Another side note: I have a strange obsession with the character James played in After the Thin Man. *spoilers for After the Thin Man* David Graham. :3 I mean, sure he turned out to be a murderer and such, but young James Stewart is so cute. And. The best part about him is that he actually pulls out a gun (oh, yes!) and nearly socks a doctor. Oh, lovely, lovely. *end spoilers*)
No, but Elwood is sane. He’s saner than all of you put together. Which brings me to the sister and the niece. Poor Elwood. He’s surrounded by idiots. (LOL, Brings to mind a scene from The Man Who Knew Too Much where he was trying to eat Indian food!) But Elwood doesn’t care. I mean the aunt, Veta, also played in Arsenic and Old Lace. At least she was tolerable there. Here, she just gets on my nerves.
So, yeah. Apparently, Happy Dale has taught her nothing. I mean, she is just off her rocker in this film. Elwood’s perfectly all right. She’s just hysterical. I mean, when she comes back from the asylum, she’s hysterical (Aside: Thank goodness for the fact that she was the idiot that got shoved in the hydro tub, not James. Just. Thank goodness. Or else there would be broken bones on my end, again.) and she still wants to send him there?! I mean, c’mon, what is this?
And Elwood isn’t hurting anyone. He makes friends so easily and invites them over for dinner. If she doesn’t like it, and if the niece doesn’t like it, they can jolly well get out. In case they forgot, Elwood owns the place. In fact, the nice even says, “Lots of people get run over by trucks every day. Can’t something like that happen to Uncle Elwood?”
Well, screw you. I’ll run you over with a truck, and I’ll do it with pleasure. Nothing should ever happen to James. He’s amazing.
This film was supposed to make me feel good. Did it? No. I got so angry, so worked up towards the end (I was yelling all sorts of Gone With the Wind cusses, particularly “God’s nightgown!” and “great balls of fire!”) when that stupid Veta was trying to make him take that god-knows-what serum, which, to quote the movie, would “shock him back to reality”.
Errr. Shock. Er. Um. I have a problem with the word shock. Maybe I’m the mental one here, but if you’ve seen Jewel Thief you know why I have a problem with it.
When James refused it (YOU GO JAMES.) I was just thinking, “Thank goodness. So he’s not thickheaded, just really nice, but he knows when to stand up for himself. Thaaaank you, James.” You see? Reasons why I love him.
OH OH OH OH OH OH BUT VETA BLACKMAILS HIM INTO TAKING IT. Dude. To quote The Big Sleep, I wanted to “sock her in the choppers”. Hard. Now look, if James is not gonna stand up for himself I’m gonna jump right in there and start beating some people up. Oh, and then he agrees. I wanted to explode by that point.
BUT THANK GOD FOR THE TAXI DRIVER OHHHHHHHHHHH.
I mean, thank God for him. I was basically in tears by that point, and my hands were very, very bruised and my room was a mess. (But no I didn’t break any bones haha.) So yeah, James escapes harm and that is good enough for me. Though then I ended up with one heck of a stomach ache from bottling everything up.
So then I watched The Scarlet Pimpernel. Because Leslie Howard. <3 Leslie. Howard. I recite the Scarlet Pimpernel poem more than is socially acceptable. And I also overuse the “who, sir? you sir? no sir!” thing so much. Annnnd I’ve been trying so much to talk like Leslie too. And failing, of course. LOL.