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Yep, in 60s tv, I. Stanford Jolley fit the bill for casting directors looking for a grizzled sort of dusty, rangy dirt-farmer or bum. But if they needed an even more grizzled and more seedy bum-like character, they'd probably go with William Fawcett. On the other side of the coin, if they needed a tad less grizzle, but still low-achieving and ornery type, they'd likely go with Trevor Bardette.

Love seeing the old-guard pros still around, doing their bits in 50s/60s television. Their presence is often a welcome tonic, perking up old shows, and offsetting the often overly-angsty method acting styles of the younger crop of performers who were flooding in from the East Coast.

re: These guys were brothers?

Posted by Aeolian Vocalion on 11/10/25 at 10:43 pm to
Arthur Lake and Florence Lake were siblings.

Arthur played Dagwood in the Blondie film series, while Florence played Edgar Kennedy's wife in his long-running RKO short comedy series.
Looks like good old I. Stanford Jolley in the fourth box, talking 'salvation.'

Always like seeing that guy. Played sleek villains in scores of b-westerns, before winding up in 'old man' bit parts in sixties tv.

To legally regard two co-habiting homos as the cultural and moral equal of a genuine husband-and-wife is the same demented mindset that conveys there's no difference between men and women, and thus, perverted dudes must have access to womens bathrooms and locker-rooms.

This country has been an off-kilter, sick joke of a nation ever since.
I loved to use those 'state' atlas books, like:

The Roads of Texas
The Roads of Louisiana
The Roads of Arkansas

Still have them, and would use them again if I made a road trip. Allowed me to take all sorts of isolated farm roads and explore around, without getting mired in circles. Before those books, I would sometimes be driving on roads that gradually became unpaved or shell roads, then became dirt roads, and then came to dead-ends.
No surprise. America is too wedded to depravity at this point. It will probably never jettison the profane farce of homo marriage. As emblematic of Western Civilization's decline and demise as anything.

Pervert nation.
No argument.

The foreign invaders now have a full-fledged beachhead on our American soil. It's a key historical signpost. And not a good one, to put it mildly.
Neat stuff.

Universal released another war film two years later, "The Doomed Battalion" (1932), starring Luis Trenker, which is quite a forgotten film. It's actually a rather interesting curio, showing the WW1 conflict between the Austrian and Italian armies in the Dolemite mountains. The Austrians hold fortifications high in the cold, snowy, desolate mountains, keeping the Italians from progressing, although the latter control the village below. Filmed on location, it has some marvelous photography gracing a rather hellish scenario.

The film is one of those odd ducks in which Universal, run by Carl Laemmle, was making deals with the German film industry, right before Hitler came to power. The movie was primarily a German production, but there was an English-language version made at the time, with some new scenes with familiar faces from American films, like Herman Bing and Gibson Gowland, undoubtedly shot in California by Universal. Trenker himself spoke some English lines for the English-language export version, and there were some scenes with obvious dubbed English chatter by soldiers. Anyway, it's a pretty obscure, forgotten film, but as a gritty war-themed film quite an interesting one.
America can never re-achieve its former greatness until it jettisons the grotesque depravity of legally and morally equating two homos as being the same as a husband-and-wife, the very building block of civilization. Opened the door to all this sick insanity in the first place. Drag-queen storytimes, dudes in girls restrooms, child mutilations worthy of Josef Mengele. Made the whole country a vomitous hell.

Will it do so? Probably not. The country is too comfortable normalizing and then wallowing in its degeneracy, and will undoubtedly ride this horse into the abyss.
These are the same people that were cheering all over the internet when Nottoway Plantation burned down. They are full of baloney.
I'm sometimes wary about recommending "Bad Company" (1931) to folks, as it's a pretty oddball film, with some weird humor and overheated dramatics. But visually it has some very memorable scenes, and its direction is very fluid for an early talkie. I first taped a copy of it off the TNT network in the late-1980s, and probably revisited it five or six times over the years. It's hardly a typical gangster film, with its almost dreamlike aura, tied to a nervous unease. The then-current (and rather haunting) hit tune "Sweet and Lovely" is instrumentally heard behind the opening credits, and then again a few times later, including a surreal montage sequence. It's a very quirky film. Worth seeing, but admittedly not for all tastes. Mostly for deep-dive connoisseurs of old-time movies.
Yeah, I love Helen Twelvetrees. Some of her early films are actually lost, including most regrettably, "The Cat Creeps" (1930), a talkie remake of "The Cat and the Canary." She was one of RKO's top-flight stars of the early-talkie period. I'm partial to "Panama Flo" (1932), although it's pretty seedy, similar to "Her Man" (1930). Her craziest film is undoubtedly the bizarre gangster movie "Bad Company" (1931). It's a wild movie, with an intense gunfight finale, although the movie doesn't really show off Twelvetrees to advantage, keeping the spotlight on Ricardo Cortez as psychotic gang-leader.

Twelvetrees' star status waned pretty quickly after she left RKO, but I still like some of the modest programmers she was in, like "One Hour Late" (1935) for Paramount, and "The Spanish Cape Mystery" (1935) for Republic. There's actually a book out on her, but I never got it, figuring it would probably be a sad read (she committed suicide in the 1950s).
Betty Boop in "Snow White" (1933)

Not specifically Halloween-themed, but by gosh, the content fits.

Total nightmare fuel.
I used to collect posters and lobby cards, but eventually gravitated away, due to the expense. In the 1990s, there used to be a movie memorabilia show annually in Houston, and there was the "Big D Collectors Show" in Dallas. Grabbed dozens of lobby cards each time I went, from early Gene Autry films to old silents and early talkies like "No No Nanette." Didn't purchase many one-sheets, as I didn't have much wall space to display them, but got a few, like one to the Jungle Jim movie "Jungle Moon Men" (1955).

Never bought any autographs, as they didn't interest me. But the above two Texas shows usually brought in a few guest celebrities to sign autographs, like Dale Robertson, Debra Paget, Jonathan Harris, Gail Davis, and such. Occasionally I'd get some signed photos this way, as it gave one an opportunity to visit with them and ask questions.
Don't leave out the "Oprah" effect.

Most women didn't fall for all that 60s/70s bra-burning feminism nonsense. Especially out in mid-america. It wasn't until you had 25 years of "Oprah" brainwashing that women started going bonkers and embracing bizarro cultural aberrations as normalcy.
I might very likely prefer the 'silent' version of "Hell's Angles," since the weakest part of the otherwise massively grand epic is the lame dialogue and listening to Ben Lyon and James Hall's emoting of it. But does the original silent version even exist anywhere?

Howard Hughes produced another aviator-themed film a couple of years later, "C**k of the Air" (1932), with Chester Morris and Billie Dove, but it's more of a comedy-romance. And it's pretty dippy. And quite pre-code. But not very good at all. I don't think it's ever been run on television, but I have a bootleg copy, which is terribly worn and splicey.
But it always makes me feel a little sad towards Greta Nissen, who got bumped from the role.

We do get to see Nissen in a few early talkies, like "Circus Queen Murder" and "Silent Witness." And a bit in "Melody Cruise" with Phil Harris. She eventually went to England and made some films, like "Red Wagon" (1934), which had an American star as lead, Charles Bickford. But poor Nissen never got a signature role like "Hell's Angels" would have been.

The dogfight scenes in "Hell's Angels" are absolutely jaw-dropping.

re: RIP Claudia Cardinale

Posted by Aeolian Vocalion on 9/24/25 at 12:14 am to
I attended a screening of "The Leopard" (1963) on the UT campus in Austin, with star Burt Lancaster in attendance, along with some of the descendants of the Sicilian family depicted in the film. Memorable event, listening to them all giving backstories on its history after the screening.