It started out innocently enough… I was sitting here, waiting for the storm to begin, and listening to two of my favorite people, Michael McKean and Christopher Guest, discussing one of my favorite films, Sullivan’s Travels, and, then, one thing led to another, and I ended up going one YouTube link too far. Now I’m all depressed.
Here, in case you’re interested it what got to me. It’s the trailer for Veronica Lake’s last film, Flesh Feast.
And, here, by way of comparison, is a scene from Sullivan’s Travels, some 36 years later.
It’s hard for me to reconcile the two… how someone could go from being that bright and beautiful to being so Edith Massey-like… but I guess that’s the kind of thing that can happen when mental illness and alcoholism intersect… Anyway, seeing her in Flesh Feast has sent me spiraling off into a sad kind of place, and, as a result, I don’t think I’ll be blogging tonight about Clarence Thomas and why he needs to leave the Supreme Court, like I’d wanted to. If you’d like to leave comments about that, though, be my guest. I’ll be watching Sullivan’s Travels.
update: Apparently, I’ve written about this before.