tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269756698225175666.post1347940589972307920..comments2024-02-16T01:40:15.774-08:00Comments on Laszlo's on Lex: Ten random thoughts on the twentiethGordon Pashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177101489742741815noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269756698225175666.post-33112677772853285662010-12-21T05:55:01.389-08:002010-12-21T05:55:01.389-08:00Thank you Matthew. Rathbone was my generation’s Ho...Thank you Matthew. Rathbone was my generation’s Holmes and your trinity is fine with me. “Disquieting” is just the right word (but for a different reason) for that time I spent alone with “Casablanca.” I kept turning around to see what was behind me. <br /><br />I also spent some time around delirium tremens in New York’s Bellevue Hospital in the 1960s with a family member. It was more depressing than the most innovative director might capture -- made more so by occurring in the same location Wilder used. Best. Gerald.Gordon Pashahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18177101489742741815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269756698225175666.post-73398225656836440872010-12-21T05:10:53.405-08:002010-12-21T05:10:53.405-08:00Yes, re: Joan, Marty and Billy's big bottle.
I...Yes, re: Joan, Marty and Billy's big bottle.<br />I've never been entirely alone in an auditorium, but I have on two occasions been one of just two spectators, which is perhaps even more disquieting an experience. You start to speculate on what you and that other shadowy figure must have in common for you both to have landed here, when all the world remaining has chosen not to see Mel Brooks's Dracula: Dead & Loving It that afternoon.<br />I enjoy Robert Stephens as Holmes very much - until this decade there has rarely been a Holmes I didn't like. Nicol Williamson the least, perhaps. But Cushing the father, Brett the son and Rathbone the spirit remain my holy trinity in this regard...Matthew Coniamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00302989527514886503noreply@blogger.com