Wednesday, September 29, 2004
 
Tales from Psuedobabblerhood II

The night's second Gary Cooper film, 1931's Fighting Caravans, depicted a young (and by young, I mean a year younger than my present age) Gary Cooper as a young ne'er-do-well scout on the trail from Independence, Missouri, to Sacramento, California, as part of a large wagon train beset by Indians.

Not too many comments, but:
  • Lili Damita is way hotter than Helen Hayes, and I can even forgive the French accent since she wisened up and moved to America. Also, at 5' 3", she seems to have a couple of inches on Ms. Hayes, using the relative Cooper scale for comparison.

  • Like the cantankerous scout Bill Jackson, I too have grown quite fond of a Kickapoo girl.
Still, as I delve more into these older films, I have to admit I prefer color films to black and white, unless they've been lovingly restored by gentle, adulating acolyte hands. But that's a matter of taste.

Also, I hope that I am like Gary Cooper. Although I am a stunning example of manhood in my thirties, I hope to get sexier as I near the midcentury mark and beyond. I'm still hoping to dodge the whole lung cancer thing, though.

- posted by Brian J. @ 11:07 PM
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