film: meet me in st. louis

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film meme - 3 genres [1/3] → musicals

 Across the Universe (2007) // Meet Me in St. Louis (1944) // My Fair Lady (1964) // Sing Street (2016) // Moulin Rouge! (2001) // The Young Girls of Rochefort (1967) // The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964) // West Side Story (1961) // The Wiz (1978) // Singin’ in the Rain (1952)

Lucille Bremer in a 1946 MGM publicity photo. Despite a big publicity push by the studio, the public never really warmed to her, and her career ended in 1948.

Her screen debut was as Judy Garland’s sister in Meet Me In St. Louis, but that was followed up with Yolanda and The Thief with Fred Astaire, a financial disaster. MGM put her in sequences in some of the musical anthologies they produced in the late 1940′s - Ziegfeld Follies and Till the Clouds Roll By -  before losing interest in her.

She was a good dancer, appearing on Broadway and as a Rockette at Radio City Music Hall in New York before coming to Hollywood. But as an actress she was stiff and bland.

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Movie Genre: Musical

Born with the coming of sound, the movie musical had its base in vaudeville and opera. With its brazen blending of fantasy and reality, the musical provided audiences with an accessible and immediate escape from life, first in the Great Depression, and then beyond.

What to watch:

  1. The Merry Widow (Ernst Lubitsch, 1934)
  2. Meet Me in St. Louis (Vincente Minnelli, 1944)
  3. Singin’ in The Rain (Gene Kelly, Stanley Donen, 1952)
  4. West Side Story (Robert Wise, Jerome Robbins, 1961)
  5. Cabaret (Bob Fosse, 1972)
  6. Grease (Randal Kleiser, 1978)
  7. Dirty Dancing (Emile Ardolina, 1987)
  8. Moulin Rouge! (Baz Luhrmann, 2001)
  9. Chicago (Rob Marshall, 2002)
  10. Hairspray (Adam Shankman, 2007)

(Bergan, R. 2011. The Film Book: A Complete Guide To The World Of Cinema.)

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I wrote this on my laptop in the car, sent it to my phone via bluetooth, loaded it into docs so that @alittlemissfit could edit.  

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29. “It’s not mine, I swear.” - “How is it not fucking yours!”


All their previous movie nights had taken place in his apartment, so Mulder felt somewhat awkward milling around Scully’s living room while she got off the phone with her brother.

The pizza had just arrived when Bill came on the answering machine, claiming he had news about their brother. Charlie had been MIA in South America for the past year and a half. Scully was going to let it go to voicemail until hearing that fact, and now Mulder could hear her in the kitchen, pacing and listening.

Looking around the room something caught Mulder’s eye, a box labeled ‘Dana’s movies’.  It was tucked against the wall near the TV, out of plain sight, but Mulder was surprised he hadn’t noticed it before. Checking back over his shoulder to make sure Scully was still occupied, he approached and knelt down next to the cardboard box.

After opening the flaps the first movie he saw was Jesus Christ Superstar. He laughed out loud, catching Scully’s attention.

“Mulder!” He heard her hiss and turned to see her glaring at him, covering the mouthpiece of the phone.

Holding up the movie he gave a sarcastic thumbs up. Scully just shook her head and  rolled her eyes, returned to her conversation.

His curiosity officially getting the better of him, Mulder kept looking through the box. It was  long and tall and he could now see that the films were separated by genre. In the same spot as Jesus Christ Superstar sat The Sound of Music, Funny Girl, Godspell, My Fair Lady,  Singing in the Rain, Meet Me in St. Louis, and Hello Dolly!

Mulder shook with silent laughter at Scully’s apparent love of old musicals. The next section was all romantic comedies. This section interested him even more because it showed a side to Scully he’d never really seen. Titles like One Fine Day, Emma, While You Were Sleeping, Pretty Woman, and, of course, Sleepless in Seattle.

Mulder hadn’t seen any of the films, but recognized them as popular movies amongst the female population over the last few years.

Following the newer, lighter movies were classics like Gone With the Wind, Casablanca, Citizen Kane, It’s a Wonderful Life, and North by Northwest.

The last section came off as more random than the first he’d seen. The Exorcist was at the top of the section and Mulder smiled, remembering Scully telling him it was her favorite. Next he found Barbarella and nodded in appreciation at the slightly risqué choice. He was surprised to find Clerks in the random pile and shook his head at how full of surprises his partner could be.

He laughed out loud again when he came upon The Evil Dead but was distracted right away by the title behind it, Three Daughters.

The case was pink with a picture of a man and woman about to kiss. The tagline read: ‘Sensuality in full bloom’. Mulder’s brow furrowed. When he saw a stamp reading, ‘Best Music Award, New York Adult Critics Association’ he knew where he knew the movie from.

It was porn. Scully owned porn.

Mulder grew hard as he pictured her watching the movie and lost himself to that fantasy for a moment. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew Scully had hung up the phone and was heading his way.

Turning mechanically he held up the movie for her to see and she stopped in her tracks.

“It’s not mine, I swear!”

She was acting like he was her mother who’d caught her with some beer, getting him doubled over with laughter.

“How is it not fucking yours!” he asked, motioning to the box, “It has your name on it!”

Crossing her arms Scully scowled at him as he continued to laugh, then finally wiped his eyes.

“Are you done?” she asked.

He nodded with a sigh as she snatched the tape out of his hands.

“If you must know, Melissa and I saw it in a seedy movie theater when it first came out. She came to visit when I was home for the summer before med school and somehow convinced me to go see it with her and some of her friends. They said it was the new ‘feminist porn’.”

Dusting off the jacket Scully raised an eyebrow, “It was surprisingly good. Had a pretty interesting storyline considering.”

Mulder shifted to hide his reaction at the thought of a fresh out of college Scully sitting in a movie theater, watching porn with a group of women.

“Anyway, a few years later Missy got it for me for Christmas. It caused a bit of a scene when I opened it on Christmas morning in front of the whole family,” she scoffed, shaking her head. Kneeling next to him she began placing all the movies back in the box.

“You know if you’re going to snoop around my things, Mulder, you should really try to be more discreet about it.”

“Well I wasn’t expecting to find your porn,” he countered. Moving to help her pack the movies back into the box she shooed his hands away.

“I’m fine. You’ll mess up my system,” Scully said with mild irritation as Mulder sat back on his heels, stared at her for a few moments. Her lashes were lowered as she focused on the task at hand and a lock of hair fell in her face.

Mulder couldn’t stop himself from reaching out, tucking the strand behind her ear. Scully froze as his fingers slowly trailed down her jaw.

In his mind he knew he was pushing it, but since New Years he couldn’t help himself with her. That moment when her soft lips touched his was enough to snare him for life.

He’d been in love with her for years, of course, but now it was too much. Now he knew what it felt like to kiss her.

She looked up at him, tender questioning in her eyes while the tips of his fingers held lightly to her jaw. Moving her hand up slowly to envelop them. Scully kissed his fingers, kept eye contact.

“Not that I don’t want to watch Beetlejuice again, but I think that movie escaped my collection somehow,” Mulder said, quietly nodding toward the porn tape that was still on the floor.

Rolling her eyes Scully let out a light laugh, “Mulder…” she sighed, saying his name almost as a warning.

They looked at each other for a few moments until, without a word, she picked up the tape and stood up.

Looking on in a daze as she inserted it into the VCR, pressed play, Mulder shook his head. Watched as she calmly settled herself down on the couch. She wasn’t meeting his eyes so he finally got up, sat next to her. Not bothering to cover his jean-clad semi.

Scooting closer to him, Scully moved his arm around her so she could snuggle into his side.

All their previous movie nights had taken place in his apartment, so Mulder felt somewhat awkward milling around Scully’s living room while she got off the phone with her brother.

The pizza had just arrived when Bill came on the answering machine, claiming he had news about their brother. Charlie had been MIA in South America for the past year and a half. Scully was going to let it go to voicemail until hearing that fact, and now Mulder could hear her in the kitchen, pacing and listening.

Looking around the room something caught Mulder’s eye, a box labeled ‘Dana’s movies’.  It was tucked against the wall near the TV, out of plain sight, but Mulder was surprised he hadn’t noticed it before. Checking back over his shoulder to make sure Scully was still occupied, he approached and knelt down next to the cardboard box.

After opening the flaps the first movie he saw was Jesus Christ Superstar. He laughed out loud, catching Scully’s attention.

“Mulder!” He heard her hiss and turned to see her glaring at him, covering the mouthpiece of the phone.

Holding up the movie he gave a sarcastic thumbs up. Scully just shook her head and  rolled her eyes, returned to her conversation.

His curiosity officially getting the better of him, Mulder kept looking through the box. It was  long and tall and he could now see that the films were separated by genre. In the same spot as Jesus Christ Superstar sat The Sound of Music, Funny Girl, Godspell, My Fair Lady,  Singing in the Rain, Meet Me in St. Louis, and Hello Dolly!

Mulder shook with silent laughter at Scully’s apparent love of old musicals. The next section was all romantic comedies. This section interested him even more because it showed a side to Scully he’d never really seen. Titles like One Fine Day, Emma, While You Were Sleeping, Pretty Woman, and, of course, Sleepless in Seattle.

Mulder hadn’t seen any of the films, but recognized them as popular movies amongst the female population over the last few years.

Following the newer, lighter movies were classics like Gone With the Wind, Casablanca, Citizen Kane, It’s a Wonderful Life, and North by Northwest.

The last section came off as more random than the first he’d seen. The Exorcist was at the top of the section and Mulder smiled, remembering Scully telling him it was her favorite. Next he found Barbarella and nodded in appreciation at the slightly risqué choice. He was surprised to find Clerks in the random pile and shook his head at how full of surprises his partner could be.

He laughed out loud again when he came upon The Evil Dead but was distracted right away by the title behind it, Three Daughters.

The case was pink with a picture of a man and woman about to kiss. The tagline read: ‘Sensuality in full bloom’. Mulder’s brow furrowed. When he saw a stamp reading, ‘Best Music Award, New York Adult Critics Association’ he knew where he knew the movie from.

It was porn. Scully owned porn.

Mulder grew hard as he pictured her watching the movie and lost himself to that fantasy for a moment. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew Scully had hung up the phone and was heading his way.

Turning mechanically he held up the movie for her to see and she stopped in her tracks.

“It’s not mine, I swear!”

She was acting like he was her mother who’d caught her with some beer, getting him doubled over with laughter.

“How is it not fucking yours!” he asked, motioning to the box, “It has your name on it!”

Crossing her arms Scully scowled at him as he continued to laugh, then finally wiped his eyes.

“Are you done?” she asked.

He nodded with a sigh as she snatched the tape out of his hands.

“If you must know, Melissa and I saw it in a seedy movie theater when it first came out. She came to visit when I was home for the summer before med school and somehow convinced me to go see it with her and some of her friends. They said it was the new ‘feminist porn’.”

Dusting off the jacket Scully raised an eyebrow, “It was surprisingly good. Had a pretty interesting storyline considering.”

Mulder shifted to hide his reaction at the thought of a fresh out of college Scully sitting in a movie theater, watching porn with a group of women.

“Anyway, a few years later Missy got it for me for Christmas. It caused a bit of a scene when I opened it on Christmas morning in front of the whole family,” she scoffed, shaking her head. Kneeling next to him she began placing all the movies back in the box.

“You know if you’re going to snoop around my things, Mulder, you should really try to be more discreet about it.”

“Well I wasn’t expecting to find your porn,” he countered. Moving to help her pack the movies back into the box she shooed his hands away.

“I’m fine. You’ll mess up my system,” Scully said with mild irritation as Mulder sat back on his heels, stared at her for a few moments. Her lashes were lowered as she focused on the task at hand and a lock of hair fell in her face.

Mulder couldn’t stop himself from reaching out, tucking the strand behind her ear. Scully froze as his fingers slowly trailed down her jaw.

In his mind he knew he was pushing it, but since New Years he couldn’t help himself with her. That moment when her soft lips touched his was enough to snare him for life.

He’d been in love with her for years, of course, but now it was too much. Now he knew what it felt like to kiss her.

She looked up at him, tender questioning in her eyes while the tips of his fingers held lightly to her jaw. Moving her hand up slowly to envelop them. Scully kissed his fingers, kept eye contact.

“Not that I don’t want to watch Beetlejuice again, but I think that movie escaped my collection somehow,” Mulder said, quietly nodding toward the porn tape that was still on the floor.

Rolling her eyes Scully let out a light laugh, “Mulder…” she sighed, saying his name almost as a warning.

They looked at each other for a few moments until, without a word, she picked up the tape and stood up.

Looking on in a daze as she inserted it into the VCR, pressed play, Mulder shook his head. Watched as she calmly settled herself down on the couch. She wasn’t meeting his eyes so he finally got up, sat next to her. Not bothering to cover his jean-clad semi.

Scooting closer to him, Scully moved his arm around her so she could snuggle into his side.

Smiling, Mulder looked down at her, kissed the top of her head, “You’re just full of surprises.”

My Favourite Film Musicals

In no particular order


My Fair Lady

Originally posted by playbill

The Sound of Music

Originally posted by nero-neptune

Caberet

Originally posted by hernameismary

Victor/ Victoria

Originally posted by damethompson

West Side Story

Originally posted by jakegyllenhaal

An American in Paris

Originally posted by siochembio

Singing in The Rain

Originally posted by filmforfancy

The King and I

Originally posted by daisy96love

Bugsy Malone

Originally posted by nattymoonface-blog

Meet Me In St Louis

Originally posted by missprongs

Garland, Judy
(1922 - 1969, B. Frances Gumm)

The two tragic actresses were friends. Garland said, “I knew Marilyn and loved her dearly. She asked me for help - ME! I didn’t know what to tell her. One night at a party at Clifton Webb’s house Marilyn followed me from room to room. ‘I don’t want to get too far away from you, I’m scared,’ she said. I told her, ‘We’re all scared. I’m scared too.’” This was very much a case of the blind leading the blind. It was Garland who once said, “If I’m such a legend, why am I so lonely?” The last time they met was probably at Madison Square Garden the night that Marilyn congratulated President John Kennedy on his birthday.

Marilyn was a big fan of Garland’s, attracted not just by her fine singing voice but by the tragedy and hurt that characterized her life. Garland had been born into a vaudeville family and began performing at the age of five. Her film debut came at fourteen, and by the time she was seventeen she had received a special Academy Award for “her outstanding performance as a screen juvenile” in The Wizard of Oz (1939) and Babes in Arms (1939). Other memorable performances followed in For Me and My Gal (1942), Meet Me in St. Louis (1944), The Clock (1945), Ziegfeld Follies (1946), Easter Parade (1948), and A Star Is Born (1954), which earned her an Oscar nomination.

Marilyn liked to listen to Garland songs. “Who Cares?” was a particular favorite, and Garland’s classic song “Over the Rainbow” was played at Marilyn’s funeral. Garland had her own special insight into Marilyn’s death: “I don’t think Marilyn really meant to harm herself. It was partly because she had too many pills available, then was deserted by her friends. You shouldn’t be told you’re completely irresponsible and be left alone with too much medication.” In 1969 Garland herself died of a drug overdose.

- The Marilyn Encyclopedia by Adam Victor.

anonymous asked:

Can I ask you why do you hate La La Land? I mean, I loved Moonlight too, but I liked La La Land a lot more.

Let me start off by saying that I really enjoyed La La Land. I didn’t hate it at all. I enjoy old Hollywood films. I liked Singing in the Rain, and Meet Me in St. Louis, and Victor/Victoria and Rogers and Hammerstein musicals. And as an homage to those kinds of films, La La Land was wonderful 

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