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Some of the Halloween stuff is getting pretty over-the-top. I liked it when things were a bit more modest. When I was a kid, I had a few cardboard pictures of ghosts and witches that I'd tape to windows, and I'd look forward to carving the jack-o-lantern. Went trick-or-treating one time as a ghost, wearing a simple sheet with two eyeholes cut out.

But now I see yards completely decked out with giant skeletons, tombstones, guillotines, spiders, etc., to a ridiculous degree. Worse, there's one yard I see in which the dismembered heads of baby dolls have been put on the fence spikes, replete with painted blood around their neck area. Gee whiz. Talk about tasteless. Just seems to be draining the 'fun' out of the holiday and replacing it with a kind of warped, serial-killer chic.
Ramsay Ames was certainly quite striking. Most fans seem to associate her with her Mummy movie, but I always think of her as the heroine in the Republic serial "G-Men Never Forget" (1948), where she actually rescues the hero a couple of times. Not a particularly good serial, but perhaps the only one that actually has a little touch of 'noir' about it.
Irving Brecher was one of those important old radio guys that just seemed to be around forever, like Norman Corwin. I think they both attended some of those OTR conventions, which used to have a lot of the medium's veterans as guests. Never attended any, but always remember them being advertized back in the 80s/90s, with guests like Shirley Mitchell and Russell Arms, and a number of less-familiar (to me) radio drama actors. Probably none of them left anymore, especially since hearing of Peggy Webber's death just a few weeks back.

Offhand, the only busy radio veteran I know of who is still living is Tommy Cook, who I met a couple of times. He had long runs going back to the early-1940s, playing sidekick Little Beaver in the "Red Ryder" series, alongside star Reed Hadley in the title role. Cook also played son Alexander for many years in the "Blondie" radio series, with Penny Singleton and Arthur Lake. For that matter, I believe he was also a regular in "Life of Riley," playing the son Junior, for a while. Although two or three other actors took over the role in later years.
Yep, saw Ann Miller and Mickey Rooney on stage when they were touring with "Sugar Babies." She was still dancing up a storm there in her later years. The play was a tribute to old-time burlesque, with musical numbers and comedy blackouts. I remember a gal doing a fan dance.

Wasn't Miller in "Stage Door" (1937) before she was in "You Can't Take it With You" (1938)? I recall her in several RKO items, but it was when she went to Columbia during the war years that she had some nice spotlight roles in some neat little b-musicals.
The amazing adaptability of the human mind to harsh or limited environments has always precluded me from considering life imprisonment as a worthy, deserving punishment for murder. I always think to Richard Speck having a gay ol' time in prison, for years and years and years. He adapted and derived ways to enjoy his life in stir. I have no doubt most others of similar sociopathic ilk in his position do the same. Keeping such people alive for decades and decades, paying for their food and health-care is just an absolute abomination to me. One of the reasons I find the entire modern-day justice system such a joke.
In the post-WW2 years, the trend in entertainment was towards 'psychological drama,' whether theater, movies, radio dramas, etc. Publishers and producers started to demand heroes to have mental demons to motivate their actions. Before this, your archetypical heroes were straightforward protagonists who stepped in and saved the girl, saved the town, saved whatever, out of a more pure moral sense of right-and-wrong.

But with the psychological backstories, explaining the heroes, the villains, the heroines, etc., everything became more 'inward' looking. More emotionalism, more self-absorption, etc. Drama became more and more defined by this. It really seeped into the culture, and I frankly think it's led to a lot of the weird problems we've seen, going back to the "Me Generation" mentality up to present day craziness.

So, yeah, I think when psychology went from beyond a weird little fringe pseudo-science and was injected into the mainstream by the post-war intelligentsia, a lot of our societal rot really began.
Neither. They are both a cancer on society. Perhaps one or the other might be easier to surgically remove and allow recovery, but they are both a cultural malignancy that will doom Western Civilization.
A rare, early example of the genre...

I was thrilled when a nice print of "Deluge" (1933) turned up. For a long time it seemed only an incredibly ratty, almost unwatchable foreign-sourced copy was all that existed of this rare independent production released through RKO. The impressive special-effects footage of NYC being washed away by a flood was re-used in later productions, like serials, but the original film was hard to see. A good spotlight for ill-fated star Peggy Shannon, after she'd blown her chances at Paramount, the film's cast also includes two other favorites of mine, Lois Wilson and Sidney Blackmer. Kino released the film on blu-ray a decade ago.
I'm really starting to hate Canada.

A seething, growing hate for it that I never had before.
Yep, remember them very well. Always thought they sort of encapsulated the look and feel of early-to-mid-1970s television. The film stock, the music, the tone, etc. Just the type of thing you'd see during a commercial break while watching a rerun of "Mayberry RFD." I remember Art Linkletter often being a presenter. Didn't know they lasted on into the late-70s or even 1980s. I don't recall ever seeing any that late.
The Wayne film I keep hoping will show up some day is "Girls Demand Excitement" (1931). Supposedly it still exists, but is stashed away deep inside the 20th Century Fox vaults. Maybe the only surviving print is rough and splicy, and perhaps even missing bits. That might explain why it's never trotted out. That's the case with a number of early Fox films (most of their good elements went up in flames in a fire in 1937).

Yet the wild thing is that one of Wayne's cheapo 'Lone Star' westerns from producer Paul Malvern, "The Lucky Texan" (1934) has apparently been recently restored from the original camera negative, and due to be screened next month. It will probably look stunning. Never would have imagined original elements to something like that still existing.
I suppose "Gun Cargo" (1949-?) starring Rex Lease.

It was a real zero-budget mess. I think it started filming in 1930 or so, but didn't get close to being finished. Then in the late-1930s, a producer got the old footage and brought the star back, and filmed new footage, and tried to make sense of the mess, but it was still deemed unreleasable. Finally had some more work done to it in the late-1940s to make it available for early tv-syndication, where it did circulate a little. But the whole mess never makes any sense. It's pretty dire and incoherent. A shame, because there are some folks I;ve always liked in the cast, from star Lease to Smith Ballew and such. Even offers a rare talkie role for silent serial queen Allene Ray.

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I always remember the Bob Hope comedy "The Princess and the Pirate" (1944), and the final gag with the unexpected cameo of Bing Crosby showing up, and taking the girl away from Hope. Pretty funny, and unexpected.
Last night.

Disc-viewing (dvd, blu) constitutes about 95% of all of what I watch on television. The remaining 5% is probably a bit of news and weather. I don't watch cable, networks, or subscribe to any streaming services. Just discs, of which I amassed a large collection over the past twenty-five years.
It's a lot of fun. "Lady Killer" (1933) is perhaps my favorite of Cagney's early-30s WB outings, along with "Blonde Crazy" (1931). Both are on the comedic side. Least favorite Cagney title for me is "Jimmy the Gent" (1934), which isn't too hot. Most others are decent, mid-range, like "Taxi" (1932), "Winner Take All" (1932), "The St. Louis Kid" (1934), and perhaps a few I'm forgetting. "The Mayor of Hell" (1933) is overly grim.for my tastes.

Cagney's early-30s films were mostly nice, zippy programmers until 1935, when his films went more upscale with "G-Men" (1935) and "Devil Dogs of the Air" (1935), and beyond.
I hated when all the individualistic wood-frame or cinder-block mom-and-pop country stores were replaced by crass, fluorescent-light lit quickie marts. The latter growing all the more grubby and bleak via the gradual domination by foreign ownership. Talk about losing cultural and societal fabric.
I long for the world that used to be, in which neither 'pride parades' full of degenerate perverts nor bloodthirsty Muslim jihadis going 'Death Race 2000' were ever a thing.
"Damn Citizen" (1957-Universal), starring Keith Andes.
I've always liked Mala Powers, going back to when I first saw the comedy "Geraldine" (1953) on a late-show in the 1970s. Powers was never a prominent star or anything, but made a lot of films in the Fifties. She had a rather vibrant personality, more akin to a 1930s-era actress, as opposed to the often bland 1950s-era glamour-puss types. One of her more memorable roles is as the titled female outlaw in "Rose of Cimarron" (1952). She pops up in a lot of 1960s television shows too.
I've given Fred Allen's radio series over a dozen chances over the years, from his 1937 "Town Hall Tonight" shows to his mid-1940s shows, and they just never amused me all that much.

Yet, in films, I remember first seeing his starring effort "It's in the Bag" (1945) in the early-1980s, and always finding it pretty hilarious. He was darned funny in it. I've revisited the movie numerous times over the years, via an off-air recording I made of it, to eventually the dvd release and then the blu-ray. I've also always gotten a big kick out of his film with Jack Benny, "Love Thy Neighbor" (1940), even though it tends to get mixed reviews. Fred Allen was also quite funny in the breezy Alice Faye movie "Sally, Irene and Mary" (1938). So all in all, I've found Allen to be consistently amusing in his rather scarce movie appearances.

In the late-1990s that Game Show Network began rerunning those old "What's My Line" kinescopes, and the early examples (roughly 1952-55) had Fred Allen regularly on the panel. And he was great fun there, too, bringing a kind of quirky, antique vaudeville humor to the otherwise haughty tone of the show. Probably saw at least 40 or 50 episodes with him. So anyway, I did develop a fondness of Fred Allen and his humor, while still never really caring all that much for his radio shows.
A few weeks back, I was in line at the bank behind nine people. And I noticed that all nine (both men and women) were not just wearing junky t-shirts, but their entire attire was either dark-gray, mid-gray, or black. I mean, good grief. It's summer. And everybody is dressed in what looks like the old parodies of Soviet Russia in deepest winter. It was so drab and depressing. What became of colors? Same thing with cars these days, which seem to be only white, gray or black. America just doesn't look like America anymore. Neither the people nor the places.