Wednesday, June 21, 2023

Make Your Own Kind of Music

Began a gloomy morning with breakfast and The New Scooby Doo Movies at Tubi. I haven't seen the first Scooby Doo series to feature Mystery Inc. solving crimes for celebrities of the time since I was a kid. In fact, my only vague memory of it was "Mama" Cass Elliot running around with Scooby and Shaggy in a candy factory. That episode is the second-to-last of the series, "The Haunted Candy Factory." The others see Cass disappear into the bowels of a confection factory she purchased. Turns out there's a pair of green glob-like monsters trying to run her out. The gang first goes in to rescue her, then to find out what they're up to and why they keep hearing a strange grinding noise. 

(On one hand, Cass got some of the best lines of the episode, and possibly of the series, and was hilarious with Scooby and Shaggy. I do wish they could have laid off the weight jokes, though, especially given how she died.)

Worked on writing for a while after that. Joyce and Brett hurry out with the dog and run into Richard in the hall. He can't take the dog home. His St. Bernard Sarah would likely make five of him. He is willing to help find him a home, though.

Broke for lunch at 12:30. Watched Match Game '77 while I ate. A woman who owned a Mexican restaurant prompted Charles to read a newspaper and joke about the show he saw listed about a restaurant. The feisty lady also objected to being called "old." The others helped out with "Candlestick __" in the Audience Match later.

It had started to rain by 1 PM, but not heavily. I figured I'd be fine riding to work. I was barely damp when I arrived in Audubon and headed into work.

Work was a royal pain in the rear. If we weren't dead and boring, we were dealing with people whose TD Bank credit cards just wouldn't work. Two women tried pushing their chips in, and it came up "not authorized." They had other methods of payment...but when another woman didn't, I suggested tapping her card. That worked. There must be something going on with their chips. Whatever it was, it held up long lines. We had no help later in the day at the height of rush hour, and some people did get rude. Thankfully, the night cashier arrived at 4, allowing me to leave with no relief and no need for one.

And of course, when I came outside, I discovered a far heavier shower than I rode to work in. I didn't have a choice. I rode home and got wet. 

Went straight into Match Game '79 when I got in. I wish Dick and Dolly Martin played together more often. They are just so perfect for each other. They're both a little ditzy, as in their answers for where the doors are on a very cheap four-door sedan. (Dick definitely had the best answer to that one, though!) 

Finished the night on YouTube with Irene. In this 1926 silent version of the hit 1919 musical, Irene O'Dare (Colleen Moore) has tried various jobs and keeps losing them due to her clumsiness. She's noticed by handsome, rich Donald Marshall (Lloyd Hughes), who suggests her as a model to fashion designer Madame Lucy (George K. Arthur). Unfortunately, Irene's tendency to trip over her own feet hits at the worst time, just as she and two friends of hers are about to be the models at a "Fashion Fete" presided over by Donald's mother (Ida Darling). Furious when she knocks over boxes and ruins her dress, Lucy tells her to watch the shop. Donald won't let her sit around waiting for a pumpkin...but neither his mother, nor Irene's traditional Irish one (Kate Price) are as thrilled with their offspring's attempts to mingle across class lines.

Moore is charming in this adorable Cinderella story. One of the interesting aspects is Arthur's character is presented as a gay stereotype...but not a bad one, as he's really more fussy than anything. There's also the fact that all of the parents, both upper and lower class, initially disapprove of Irene and Donald's relationship, not just Donald's snooty mother. Moore has a lot of chances for fun, notably when a turntable she's standing on gets stuck and almost literally spins the dress Lucy created for her off, to her embarrassment. I'm glad the color fashion show sequence exists at all, but they really need to restore it. The bad copy I watched at YouTube looked more Sepia than Technicolor. It had no music, either. 

If you love Moore, silent comedies, or Cinderella romances, you'll want to grab a silk curtain for your own "dress" and check it out. 

(Oh, and I highly recommend using your own music, if possible. I ran two of my CDs with 20's music during the film. Running playlists of 20's songs might work, too.) 

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