Just logging on here and WHOA! got a gander at the new Montage--truly fabulous work, my darling Maestro Mysterioso!

There are so many brilliant moments captured here, and *so* *many* of them involve Dr. Julia Hoffman AND Tom Jennings!!!

I love how you captured the moment in Julia's colloquy with Roger where we see Nicky Blair eavesdropping in the background.  3 of my absolute favorite actors of ANY time or place together!

And the scene between Clarice and Humbert, which was captured in a memorable gumcard snap, is great to see here, too.

I always loved the brief scene where Liz "on the lam" is frightened by Tom in the cemetery. It's such a marvelously spooky moment, and underlines just how turned on that Jennings stud is by women of a certain age!

But you get a platinum star for the Tom/Julia superimpose. WOW.  It looks fabulous on a psychedelic scale!  *cue Tommy James and the Shondells:  Crimson and Clover, over and over over...*

all agog Gothick

How interesting.  I hope a transcript of Mr. Curtis' talk will be published.  This also sounds like an appropriate item to archive on videotape in the Museum of Television.  I found Lela Swift's interview there very illuminating.

Nice for us fans, too, that he now acknowledges the significant role of both Dark Shadows and the Night Stalker in his oeuvre.  I happen to be very fond of his telefilm Dracula with Jack Palance, as well.

G.

I'd love to be able to donate blood.  Unfortunately, under the Red Cross archaic regulations, I would have to lie about my sexual preference to be allowed to perform this civic service.

G.

Well, Joan always described herself as being blonde in her early years.  I have no doubt that she had help from beauty products in the films in which she appeared as a blonde--this was the 1930s when artifice ruled.

In all seriousness, I think the only way folks are going to be able to enjoy the New WB Dark Shadows is to forget about every previous version of the series and just take it as a brand new product.  As far as I was concerned, even though she was dark and pretty, the only thing the Vicki of the 1991 redaction had in common with the 1966 character was the name.  (It was rather sweet that someone had the idea of having Victoria Winters in that series *born* in the year 1966--definitely a nod to the fans.)

I think it would be interesting to cast totally AGAINST the expected type for some of the roles. For instance, I always thought it would have added extra dimension to have had Angelique played by a dark skinned actress with a Caribbean flair to her.  That would have been very controversial in 1967, but it would add all sorts of plot stuff to play with in the new series, particularly if the series incorporates a more realistic view of US society in the 1790s (lol did I just write "realism" in connection with a WB show?  quick, MB, hand me the smelling salts, I must be poor in the head!)

G. 

Happy Birthday, Darling!  May the Divine One favor you with a tap dancing rendition of the "Ballad of the Lily in Hell" in your honor!

I must have been tuning in to your birthday this past weekend--kept spotting photos and videos that made me think, "oh, John would enjoy that!"

So how many birthday spanks didja get this year, hmmm?

G.

My, my, my...

I do so devoutly hope that my fellow Briscoeholics get the chance to look at today's Montage!

The closeup of dreamy Tom, asleep in his bed, his white throat turned up to await the latest Hickey of the Undead, is almost too good to be true.

Knowing what goodies lie ahead here actually makes me happy I'm not going on vacation during the next couple of weeks!

Cheers, G.

Folks who don't like camp definitely should not watch that movie.  I still haven't seen the remainder, but my housemate watched it and I could hear him howling with laughter from the kitchen.

I really know nothing of the history of Charlie's Angels and I care tuppence how historically accurate it all was.  What I saw resembled a Saturday Night Live skit around Charlie's Angels.  I think Charlie's Angels is in and of itself a hoot, although I couldn't bring myself to see that awful remake.  You know how I feel about remakes!

Hmmm... Farrah's breasts were bouncing?  Call me a Queen without a crown.  I couldn't even look at her chest as her MILES of blindingly peroxided hair were undulating in waves fierce enough to shatter the sound barrier in a fifty mile radius (you think I'm joking, but you haven't seen the movie).

Watching the movie made me wonder, again, how any of us survived the Seventies.

Everybody Loves Raymond?  bleah!

G.

While I was at my parents home for my Granny's funeral, I saw a trailer for this movie.  It looked *incredibly* campy.  I may tune in for a bit, if I can pick up the signal on my antenna.  I can always use a good cheap laugh.

Talking of Seventies Camp, a friend of mine posted a hysterical review of the new Starsky & Hutch retread.  Owen and Ben make a really cute couple, it seems.  I saw a bit of this on the tube while I was at the laundromat on Sat. and it looked as if Ben's hair had been given a *triple" perm.  The wonders of Seventies technology.

Get Up and Boogie!

G.