I've been feeling poorly and a little at odds with the world. The book I've been reading has let me down (Cover stories: narrative and ideology in the British spy thriller - turns out it's a Marxist postmodern cultural theory piece. I can't make head nor tail of it and I'm finding I have limited interested in 'protopolitical responses to the historical dilemma'.) Sbs news is depressing. The Grand Prix at Albert Park is giving me a headache and I have to work tomorrow. One of my friends, Penny, is moving to Canberra at the end of the year so that's sad too. Plus, the football season's started. Meh.
On the plus side, there's Jean Harlow. Sexy, funny and apparently a real swell lady too. I've a great deal of affection for her.
What an absolute honey. She died sadly young at just 26 years of age. I managed to watch Dinner at eight while I was sick. What a magnificent cast! Marie Dressler, some Barrymores, Billie Burke and Wallace Beery. Harlow plays the most magnificent gold digging floozy, seeming to relish the role. The other great thing is that she doesn't wear any underwear at all, in satin dresses so tight she was famously sewn into them. I followed this with Red dust - a pre-Hays code ripper. Gable can be a little too emphatically masculine for my taste but Harlow is a real delight. I couldn't find Public enemy - a surprise because I love James Cagney - so I'll be ordering some more dvds soon.