A personal blog of this 76 year old gay man retired to Delaware with his long term partner/husband. My life has been and continues to be a fabulous journey. This blog is my humble attempt to memorialize my past and current life. Yes, this blog is all about me. Each of us is unique and has a story to tell. This is my story. Someday it will be a movie. What a life I've had and the adventure continues! I am on of the lucky ones. I'm still here, making waves.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Film Noir Bad Girls
Recently a fellow blogger posted about the death of a couple of 40's B-list movie stars. I'm always sad to see this part of my personal history plus American history pass by.
Back in the late 40's and early 50's I used to go to the local movie house down the street from where I lived in Downingtown, Pennsylvania. The movie house was called the Roosevelt Theater. It was formerly the Downingtown Opera house, something which I did not discover until many years later when a childhood friend sent me a picture of it when it was an opera house.
Back in those days the price of admission for a kid under 12 years of age was 15 cents. I dreaded reaching the "adult" age of 12 and over because then I would have to pay a whole 45 cents. An astronomical sum in those days for a poor kid running around barefoot all summer.
Some of my fondest memories was seeing the black and white films called film noir. Of course I didn't know what film noir meant back in those days. I only knew that the action in most of these films usually took place at nighttime. They were almost always dark unless the scene was in a smoky nightclub with sparkling, sequined encrusted dresses of the females actresses. Of course all the men, including the Bad Guy, wore suits and hats. Even then I knew that wasn't real. All I ever saw my father wear was a sweaty, grease streaked T-shirt. Where was the reality? But when I watched these films I was transported into another world, a world of Dames. Hard, wise-cracking, no-nonsense Dames. It was wonderful!
Of course we all know the Usual Suspects: Bette, Joan and Barbara. No, I'm talking about those Other Dames. You've all seen them but perhaps don't know there names. Well, here they are in all their film noir glory. Ladies please: