Early last evening I tuned in a rather old black & white movie that had all the appearance of being many years older than it actually was. It's quality was atrocious.
The movie was 1951's Pardon My French (or The Lady from Boston).
I located a copy of it at RareFilmm.com "The cave of forgotten films". Provided the link remains valid, the movie can be found here.
If you arrive at the correct webpage, you should find this movie image that looks like it was originally a poster advertising the theatrical movie:
Folks, 1951 is not that far back where movies are concerned. Yet the quality of this film was so abominable that everything was blurred and indistinct, and it was practically impossible to see the expressions on peoples' faces.
It took some while, but I was eventually able to tell that lead actress Merle Oberon was really quite a darned cute lady! I knew of her name, but I have no idea if I have ever seen her act in anything before.
I got to quite like the distinct little pout to her mouth, and she had distinguishing eyes as well.
And how interesting! I have just learned from Wikipedia that Merle had a possible younger half-brother who lived (or maybe even still lives) here in Surrey where I live!
Merle certainly had an interesting background; and from what I saw of her acting in this movie, I liked what I saw.
My big complaint about the movie was actor Paul Henreid, whose name might be vaguely familiar to me, but that's it ─ I knew nothing of him otherwise. In Pardon My French, he did not at all look like a 'leading man' ─ i.e, he did not look handsome whatsoever; and it seemed extremely unrealistic to me that Merle's character could fall in love with this father of five children.
The reason I tuned in the movie in the first place was to see if I could recognize French actress Marina Vlady, whose matronly buxomness was quite profound in the 1986 movie Exploits of a Young Don Juan that I recently watched a few weeks back.
She was maybe 46 years old in that latter movie, but would only have been around 13 in Pardon My French. However, I did not know how old she was in Pardon My French when I watched the movie last evening, so I was kept guessing for awhile. For all I knew, she might have had such a bit role that she only appeared in the background.
I finally correctly decided that her character was the eldest daughter of Paul Henreid's character, for her attractive young features did resemble what I could remember of her in the Exploits of a Young Don Juan movie. As the young teen girl, she was most lovely! But as yet, there was no indication that she would develop with the endowment that would be hers as a grown woman.
Anyway, I am glad to have seen Pardon My French, even if I wished for better for Merle Oberon's character. I think that I would like to see more of her in film.
Despite my younger brother not arriving home last evening until at least 10:10 p.m., I sat up with him and watched an episode each of Batwoman and The Man in the High Castle.
I had hoped to be tuning in another movie (all of this was made possible via our Android TV Box), but his late arrival ruled that out.
His need to be out getting drunk every day of his life with his social network is quite pathetic ─ especially since for several days now, he has been sick with a very deep and highly phlegmatic cough. I would be too embarrassed to be out in the public with that damned cough.
But not him. Not when drinking is involved.
Well, I won't be sitting up late tonight. I have a 2:30 a.m. get-up in the works overnight for another of my nocturnal five-mile walks more or less here in the Whalley area. I will watch an episode of one of the series we follow in common if he is home by 9:30 p.m. However, if he is even one minute later, it is off the table ─ he can entertain himself with whatever he can find of interest within the basic cable T.V. package that we have, and continue his drinking alone.
When we got together this morning for some T.V., I used browser apps that I have downloaded within our Android TV Box to first watch a July 10 hour-long (1:01:30) Rumble upload titled Dr. David Martin PLANNED GENOCIDE GENOCIDE GENOCIDE.
Must watch this fantastic interview! SO much truth is exposed powerfully and simply by Dr. David Martin.
For anyone who is unfamiliar with Dr. David Martin, the opening few minutes of the video covers his background. But as acquainted as I am with him and his revelations concerning the scamdemic / plandemic / casedemic, I did not expect him to be finishing up this nor any other interview with an attitude of near abject forgiveness for those who are perpetrating the agenda gripping our planet.
Why forgive? Well, simply because we use gadgets powered by lithium batteries, and that makes us as culpable in the harming of our fellow Man as does, apparently, those pushing for the reduction of the numbers of humankind through inoculations, geoengineering, intentional food shortages, wars, and all the rest of what's going on.
I cannot even remotely agree with that perspective.
But watch the interview and determine for yourself if I am misreading the message.
We also watched a June 30 Rumble upload by Vaccine Choice Canada that proved unexpectedly enjoyable: Polly Tommey - Committed to Sharing the Truth About Vaccine Injury.
Polly Tommey is the producer of the groundbreaking films Vaxxed: From Cover-Up to Catastrophe and Vaxxed II: The People’s Truth.
The story of her vaccine injured son Billy is featured in the film Vaxxed. She founded the Autism Trust in both the UK and USA, and is the director of programming at the Children’s Health Defenses’s CHD-TV. Polly has committed her life to sharing the truth about vaccine injury.
Find Polly at: https://childrenshealthdefense.org/authors/polly-tommey/
The video was a little more than an hour long (1:05:28). The reason that I found it "unexpectedly enjoyable" was because I only once before saw Polly featured in a video ─ within the past few days, in fact; but she did not seem to have much involvement in the subject at hand at that time, and largely deferred to the other five or so people appearing in the same video.
In this interview, she was the centre of attention and performed brilliantly. She even made my brother laugh once when she jokingly self-deprecated herself.
He and I watched one further video that I shall not bother reporting on, and then I tuned in an episode of The Kominsky Method.
When that latter episode finished, it was 1 p.m. and my brother sought some bed rest before heading off for the afternoon and early evening to 'socialize'. He left well past 2 p.m., and I had to forego my sunning until he had gone.
The day was full sunshine from the start, but I only racked up some time sunning from 2:27 - 3:35 p.m. or so. The reason I waited until my brother had gone was out of deference to him. Even though he is so ashamed of his bloating body that he no longer will remove his shirt in public ─ or even here at home ─ to soak up any vital sunshine, he will not do anything about his condition. It is more important to him to sit with other drinkers, swilling away the hours and sounding off to one another.
By comparison, my physique probably looks ... well, let me just say that seeing me stripped down would likely make my younger brother feel considerable self-loathing for what he has allowed himself to become or turn into. Thus, solely out of consideration for his self-esteem, I tend to withhold myself from engaging in sunning sessions when he is home.
By the way, I weighed myself this morning before I had yet eaten anything today, and wholly naked I was at very most 189 pounds, and quite possibly 188. For quite a number of weeks I have been registering over the 190-pound mark ─ often by a couple of pounds.
So this was a pleasant discovery.
I am not quite five feet and 11 inches in height.
But my early evening is already upon me, and I would like to try and watch a movie while it is possible before either 9:30 p.m. or else my brother's arrival home ─ whichever comes first. I will likely be reporting on that tomorrow!
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