Lately I’ve been seriously into just about everything on TCM, scanning the lineup a week in advance so I’m sure to program the DVR to grab movies I’ve either not seen before or haven’t seen in ages. In the past few months this has given me such gems as The Sugarland Express, directed by Stephen Spielberg, and The Magnificent Anderson’s, by Welles. In addition there has been a treasure trove of early studio comedies, from W.C. Fields all the way back to the true comedic masters of the silent era. Continue reading
Monthly Archives: January 2010
(Author’s note: This essay originally appeared in four parts and is compiled into one here)
Recently my wife and I watched The Proposal, the Sandra Bullock-Ryan Reynolds romantic-comedy. Normally I’m not big on Sandra Bullock romantic comedies, though I did enjoy Two Weeks Notice. While The Proposal was enjoyable – if completely farfetched – I was struck by the nude scene Ms. Bullock performs halfway through the movie. Leading into the release of the film I’d heard all the fuss about her doing a nude scene for the movie and even if I wasn’t exactly looking forward to it – by the time it hit DVD I forgot all about it – it wasn’t unwelcome.
When I saw it I was pretty impressed about how well she’s holding up at 44 and then I remembered all the press leading into the film making a big deal about this being her first nude scene and this got me thinking about what other actresses waited until later in their careers – specifically, post-30 – to do nudity. Below Below are a dozen – a baker’s dozen – not necessarily the best debuts, and not necessarily actresses who went on to greater things, but just an even dozen, from oldest to youngest, of women who waited until they were beyond thirty to do nudity on film for the first time.
When I was a young man – no, not even a young man, a boy, really – a certain type of film appealed to me. Like most other boys my age I had no interest in earnest dramas about families or relationships or anything that had to do with feelings, unless the feeling was fright. Not surprisingly, my taste, like many of my contemporaries, ran to horror.