Per 24 Hours in the Life of a Clown, those twenty-four hours go from sad to happy. Well, wait; they actually go from narrating man in the shadows, face in said shadows, only the brim of his fedora visible—because l’inconnu fantôme wants to tell you all about Beby the clown. Once the short get read more
Per 24 Hours in the Life of a Clown, those twenty-four hours go from sad to happy. Well, wait; they actually go from narrating man in the shadows, face in said shadows, only the brim of his fedora visible—because l’inconnu fantôme wants to tell you all about Beby the clown. Once the short get read more
Per 24 Hours in the Life of a Clown, those twenty-four hours go from sad to happy. Well, wait; they actually go from narrating man in the shadows, face in said shadows, only the brim of his fedora visible—because l’inconnu fantôme wants to tell you all about Beby the clown. Once the short get read more
Per 24 Hours in the Life of a Clown, those twenty-four hours go from sad to happy. Well, wait; they actually go from narrating man in the shadows, face in said shadows, only the brim of his fedora visible—because l’inconnu fantôme wants to tell you all about Beby the clown. Once the short get read more
Today around the classic movie blogosphere, we’re celebrating my favorite actress with the Remembering Barbara Stanwyck Blogathon, hosted by In the Good Old Days of Classic Hollywood! I found it difficult to settle on a single film to cover for this blogathon. Finally, an idea occurred to me: read more
To be sure, Miriam Hopkins is not the star of 24 Hours. Not on paper, anyway. She’s third billed, and she’s not even in the whole movie. But for me, she IS the movie. Before I go any further down that path, though, let’s dispense with a little housekeeping: the plot. (Spoiler alert!) The entire read more
