Hei-Hei…Read, hearken, do whatever. I am feeling ultimately depressed today for unknown reasons since this morning and the treatment I have received for it has just worsened my state. 163 more words
Tags » Silent Film
A few nights ago I was scurrying down Vine, just past Sunset, hoping not to miss the last train into the Valley. It was a little (a lot) later than I like to be walking alone in the heart of Hollywood – the real Hollywood; not its shiny, glamorous, as-seen-on-TV shadow-self – but a dirty, run-down corner of Los Angeles full of agressive pan-handlers, bewildered tourists, cracked sidewalks and the lingering musky scent of pee. 488 more words
“Feast your eyes, glut your soul on my accursed ugliness.”
Ah, Lon Chaney, we hardly knew ye.
It’s arguably one of the most famous pot boilers of all time, always finding life on the stage, and with four versions on film. 189 more words
Alfred Hitchcock was born in the far east of London, in Leytonstone. So far east in fact, that it was Essex then, I think. But Hitch is still one of London’s most famous film directors, and it is fitting that one of his most famous films to be both set and filmed in the capital will be screening in his home borough of Waltham Forest this summer. 314 more words