January 1, 2008
Cary Grant in "Holiday"
Kim Morgan's wonderful post about her favorite New Year's Eve scenes in movies is a must-read. Her words on The Apartment gave me chills:
Running out of her New Year’s celebration, she pulls the iconic movie moment of rushing to Lemmon’s apartment (where he sits alone) with smiles and tears in her eyes – she’s done the right thing. And it’s blissfully powerful -- especially when MacLaine's response to Lemmon's affirmation of amour is simply “Shut up and deal.”
But Morgan also covers Holiday, a personal favorite of mine - perhaps my favorite of all of Hepburn's performances. Morgan writes:
As Johnny and Linda clearly fall for each other, even literally tumble for one another (in a jubilant scene, the two stars perform a beautiful bit of acrobatic talent) they leave us buzzed and charged up for something ourselves. But what? Is it possible to ever feel elation like that? Is it? I guess I can always hope for next year but…doubtful. We can always do as Cary Grant does and try a little blind faith.
And so I'll re-post what I posted last year on January 1.
It's always a good idea to start off the new year ...
... with a back flip of some kind.
Mitchell, my circus performer best friend, has described to me, in detail, why the back flip of Cary Grant's in the last scene of Holiday is so unbelievable. Back flips are bread and butter to circus folk - but this one is extraordinary because of how he sees her approaching - while he is upside down and in mid-air - and then - instead of landing on his feet - like most backflips end - he falls flat onto his body from a height of 3 feet in the air. Mitchell has never seen a back flip like it.
It sure as hell makes me laugh every time I see it.
He starts with a hand stand. Then he jumps back onto his feet and launches into his backflip from there.
Right around in here is where he sees her - he cranes his neck up - and catches a glimpse of her which makes him NOT complete the backflip and instead fall flat to the floor.
A montage of scenes from Holiday:
Happy New Year! I'm so glad to see you talk up HOLIDAY! It is consistently overlooked in light of so many other movies these two made separately and together. It's one of my favorites and doesn't get shown enough on TCM. Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn will always be two of my favorites.
Posted by: Jonathan Lapper at January 1, 2008 10:43 AMHappy New Year, Sheila.
Hope 2008 brings you a myriad of delights. :-)
Jonathan - I think Hepburn has never been so touching as in Holiday. When she has that line near the end - something like, "Oh stop me.... I beg you, TRY AND STOP ME ..." I mean, I have a lump in my throat just typing out the words.
And Grant is wonderful. I paricularly love the Potter (or is it Porter? hahahahahaha everyone always gets their name wrong in the movie - "Maybe we should just change our names ...") couple ... but everyone's wonderful in it. Lew Ayres in particular.
A strange and, like Kim said, "curiously sad" film - for all its happy ending, etc. It leaves a wistful feeling ... it really works.
Posted by: red at January 1, 2008 11:24 AMI think this is the premier Hepburn/Grant movie. Their chemistry together is unreal.
Hepburn has a moment in the playroom when she talks about her mother. Every piece of history from her childhood is over and done with in two sentences.
And I can't say enough about Grant. He's so relaxed and lovable and child like. The ultimate Dreamer. Always looking for who he is, and wanting to "quit working" at 30.
Brilliant.
And the tumble off the shoulder thing they both do early on in the film when Hepburn tumbles head first into the floor scares the whooey out of me every time I see it.
Posted by: Alex at January 2, 2008 3:49 PMAlex - I have never seen Hepburn so wounded, so ... herself. (Not that I know her - but you know what I mean). She is so earnest, so ... lonely ... what a wonderful performance. And I LOVE the scene in the playroom where they tumble and put on puppet shows, etc. - I so want to join that party!
Posted by: red at January 2, 2008 4:38 PM