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been watching TCM lately. although i dislike ted turner, he's got the dope.
and matter of fact, that's pretty much all i watch nowadays.
i'm talking marathons, and since i've got 'on demand,' i can watch these classics whenever i please.
'fugitive from a chain gang;'
'they were expendable;'
'star is born,'
'who's afraid of virginia wolfe?;'
'the caine mutiny;'
'the ten commandments;'
'an american in paris;'
'a walk in the sun;'
i could name hundreds...
it's just great.
really.
they're so simple. so naive. so innocent - or at least portray a more innocent time, when everyone and their mothers didn't want to be famous.
didn't want hordes of myspacers, tweeters, and facebookers, to emulate their so-called 'style.'
i like that.
had the privilege to learn from one too - Nina Foch...well two, I meet Edward Albee @ Kennedy Center - but this one's for Nina.
took her class @ USC and she was very old.
very, very old.
always on the verge of death, i told myself.
but i watched 'an american in paris,' last night and saw her.
Nina.
and she was beautiful. just slim and pretty and young.
she passed away shortly after her last class - which i was in.
sitting in her wheelchair. trying her best to conduct class to the very end.
literally.
The Very End.
didn't go to her funeral - i believe the entire USC class was invited - just thought i wouldn't belong.
and truth be told, i probably didn't.
but i never really wrote a blog for her - so engrossed with finals and kitchen sink drama's of my own creation.
i hope Nina found some peace.
she was a classic.
