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//He’s the best, that’s why.//
Amen, sister. And alleluia, too.
I mean, it’s almost too much.
//I mean, it’s almost too much//
But not in a bad way. In a good way.
Or bad in a good way. Whatever it is, I love him!
Very cool indeed. THAT old Hollywood glamour.
Oh man, yummers! Plus the subtle hint of Lucky Strikes, reefer and Doublemint gum on his demanding, searching lips – – – I’m in!
And the sort of nubby texture of his jacket. Old-school all the way. Cool as hell. The hair !
I love him – I’ve been wanting to see Thunder Road lately and it’s not on Netflix – may just need to purchase.
And when you say to him, “Bob, bob, not here – people are watching!” as he boldly sniffs your decolletage, staring blatantly at your champagne satin-covered bazooms, he’s likely to snarl a curse word in your ear, softly but full of manly certainty, and you say to yourself, “Morris won’t mind – – well, Morris won’t ever know. . . .” and you succumb, bravely, anxiously and expectantly, giving in to the silky feel of Brylcreemed hair brushing against your neck, and as your every nerve end sparks and a magenta blush crawls up your face, that little dab of Veil of Arpege you pressed earlier behind your ear begins to waft, reignited by the warmth, and finding his hungry nostrils. “I never should have come to the Rathbone’s party,” you think, fleetingly, as he suddenly gets an idea, looks around the room, and pulls you onto the patio and toward the poolhouse.
stevie – I need more of your Robert Mitchum fan-fiction. I read that literally holding my breath.
To the pool-house we go. Screw Morris!!
“But Bob . . .” you whisper, feeling the callouses of his hands on yours, rough from his broom-wielding days in stir, and you let yourself be pulled, not with urgency but with an expectancy born of, is it desire? Is it abandon? He grabs a bottle of Chauvanet Red Cap and two glasses in a practiced move, still pulling you, past Stan Kenton’s Orchestra playing “Begin the Beguine” with their horns muffled, soft enough to hear the crickets in the damp grass and a water sprinkler rhythmically hissing “sssss, sssss, sssssssss” next door at Joan and Franchot’s place. Just as you hestitate – this is too, too much! – he looks you in the eyes, steely blue and unwavering – and soon there’s no resistance, no choice, no turning back, and no regrets . . . . and to think, I have a screen test tomorrow at Paramount! Granny was so right when she told me to go Hollywood. That podunk town never was for me. This is it! This is where I belong!
HA! Joan and Franchot!!
Dear Stevie,
Please can this be a regular thing? I’m really enjoying the adventures of Sheila/Stevie and Bob.
I know, right??
I love all the name-drops and product-placement, too.
//Screw Morris!!//
No, screw Bob!
And I’m really enjoying the champagne satin-covered bazooms, and the hands roughened from his broom wielding days in stir … and , and, and … Jesus, this is really brightening up a very dull Wednesday afternoon in the office.
“bazooms” definitely need to be mentioned more often. In general.
also: “hungry nostrils.”
and Veil of Arpege. I wonder if Sephora sells that?
//Veil of Arpege. I wonder if Sephora sells that?//
Ha, and I want a bottle of that Chauvenet Red Cap. Right now!
I mean, the man “sniffs your décolletage” … what else are you supposed to do …
Also I have a feeling that being groped by Robert Mitchum was not what “Granny” had in mind about Hollywood …
//Also I have a feeling that being groped by Robert Mitchum was not what “Granny” had in mind about Hollywood …//
Unless Granny runs a bordello!
Right, Granny wink-winks at you as she tells you to be careful out there in Hollywood.
//I mean, the man “sniffs your décolletage” … what else are you supposed to do …//
With his hungry nostrils? One breaks out the bazooms – big time!
Morris doesn’t stand a chance.
I love how Begin the Beguine is playing, and the way and how it’s playing!
My mom who was very straight laced, never took a drink, very puritanical about sex and dealing with raising 3 girls falling for all the hippie stuff in the 70’s, it was like having a tough nun for a mother, said one day back then, “My favorite actor is Robert Mitchum!” I silently in shock took that in and never forgot it because everyone knew what RM stood for and he was arrested for smoking pot, thought that was the most revealing thing she every said about herself!
Oh wow, I love that!!
Your Dior knockoff chiffon petticoat rustles and your heels clackity clack on the polished tile patio – Valentino insisted it was the best for doing the Tango, according to Mrs. Rathbone – and the lights of Hollywood glimmer in the distance. You think fleetingly of your screen test tomorrow and hope Perc Westmore has enough concealer for the bouquet of hickies and dark circles you’re sure to be sporting. Okay, Granny, this one’s for you! Bob stops suddenly and points out a chameleon in front of you on the tiles, barely noticeable except for its glittering eyes. It’s as if time stood still, a cliche, of course, yet why is that chameleon smiling? And it that a butterfly in its mouth? A slow ripple of moonlight on the pool’s blackness sends a shiver down your back. With a flutter of its tongue the chameleon disappears into the fragrant hedge of rosemary, and you’re suddenly bereft – a deep, deep well of emotion, unbidden, unknown, raises the flesh on your arms. Your eyes plead to be consoled. Somehow Bob understands. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispers, looking through your eyes into a place so deep, so still – and the taste of tears falls away as quickly as it had risen. A hand on each shoulder, his lips find your neck, your ear, your temple, your cheek, and at last they gently take aim, your heads turning slightly as if choreographed, then they press, soft at first then more insistent, a controlled tornado, an intergalactic force field, a truth so real it rips you apart.
hahahaha that was so satisfying!
I just want to point out that ONE photo – without even any accompanying text – has launched a steamy romance novel as well as some personal reminiscences.
That’s long-lasting star power.
//a controlled tornado, an intergalactic force field, a truth so real it rips you apart.//
Oh, bravo, Stevie. That’s making my nostrils hungry.
So, Robert Mitchum fanfic is now officially a Thing. And there’s no way the Mitch is gonna end up as a vegan barista PhD art student. Nope, it’s bazooms, Arpege, reefers and bugger-off-Granny all the way.
// vegan barista PhD art student. //
hahahaha!!
I mean, what IS that? That’s why I’m so curious if women were secretly writing what amounted to fan fic about, say, John Wayne, back in the day, putting him in an apron and making him all domesticated. Or is that strictly a modern-day thing?
The description to some SPN fanfic: “Dean admits he is secretly a vegan. 12 chapters.”
LOL sigh. That was fun. Oh, Mr. Mitchum!
I love the one where he’s ship-wrecked with Deborah Kerr. Sooo sexy. I want to watch it right now.
//fragrant hedge of rosemary,//
This is now my favourite euphemism.
Ha!!
The DVD is on Netflix, or at least it was a few months ago when I saw it. Be a bummer if it’s no longer available.
I didn’t see it on Netflix! It’s a total bummer.
I mean, it’s there – but it has the green “Save” button – they’ve been removing a lot of stuff from their archives and it totally sucks.
I swear the disc was intact when I mailed it back!
It’s a cool movie – kind of the ur-film about men on the fringes of society and their cars. And of course, you know, Mitchum is just the boss throughout.
hahaha So you’re to blame!!
I’ve seen it – it’s just been a long long time and people were talking about it on Facebook recently and it gave me a-hankering.
Men on the fringe of society and their cars. And Mitchum. You honestly don’t need more than that!
Yeah, and it seems to be the more obscure titles too, which blows since that was a huuuuge reason for me joining to begin with.
Totally. It’s so annoying. Anyone can find Edge of Tomorrow anywhere – but what about Thunder Road? Bah.
I was prompted to move it up in the queue watch it when a local radio station played The Ballad of Thunder Road and I was like ‘if the dude is willing to sing the theme song I should probably go ahead and watch the movie.’
Damn, so looks like I just missed my window.
I just bought a cheap Robert Mitchum box-set off of Amazon – which sounds like it has a lot of packaging issues (many complaints in the reviews) – but it has Thunder Road included, as well as the Mr. Allison movie I mentioned above. So it will arrive in a couple days. Will be good to own anyway.
I already own a bunch of his stuff – the Criterion Night of the Hunter which is great – and Out of the Past, and others. So this will just add to the collection.
I love the what-might-have-been story about him and Elvis playing brothers in a chain-gang movie. He wanted Elvis for the movie, Mitchum was producing and developing it. He and Elvis met. Elvis had just come to Hollywood to do Love Me Tender. He was in LOVE with Robert Mitchum. He wanted to do the movie. The Colonel and Hal Wallis killed the deal – nobody was allowed to approach Elvis to make their own deals – which really isolated him. But Bob Mitchum breezed right by that and went up to Elvis’ hotel room to pitch the story to him.
I wish someone had recorded that conversation!
So, along with everything else, I love that Robert Mitchum respected Elvis as an actor and wanted to work with him. Would have loved to have seen that movie!
I did notice recently that some movies I want to see, like Ipcress File and The Sicilian Clan, that weren’t available on Netflix could be rented digitally from Amazon (though sadly Thunder Road isn’t one of them).
and sometimes these old movies are uploaded in their entirety to Youtube. I keep my eyes peeled for a short list of films that are hard to find. I’ve seen a lot of great stuff from Youtube – not ideal, but it’s free, and who cares!
I haven’t seen Night of the Hunter or Out of the Past yet.
*hangs head in shame, stares awkwardly at feet*
But yeah, Mitchum and Elvis in a film would’ve been something to behold.
Well, those two are easy to find and you are in for a massive treat!!! Mitchum in all his glory – evil in one, and just noir-bad-and-troubled in the other. Oooh, I’m excited – now you have to see them! They’re so good!!
and Elvis and Mitchum – right? Two rebels, irresistible both of them, not good boys, and both with very very tall hair. Match made in heaven.
//both with very very tall hair.//
Hahahaha yes – dueling pompadours!
I have Night of the Hunter on DVD at home really no excuse for that one.
Oh and Out of the Past contains the best Mitchum exchange:
She: I didn’t take anything. I didn’t, Jeff. Don’t you believe me?
Mitchum: Baby, I don’t care.
Boy, this picture made my day! There is no one I find as sexy as Mitchum. The only guy who could make Loretta Young’s character’s decision in Rachel and The Stranger-to stay with William Holden (who is no slouch, himself)- instead of heading into the sunset with Mitchum…look like pure insanity.
He has this way, when he meets a woman, he gives her the once over, it isn’t crude-but sexier than hell, and just plain appreciative.
Has anyone read “Robert Mitchum: Baby, I Don’t Care”, the biography by Lee Server? I thought it was great.
Dan, you are in for a real treat when you see Out of the Past, and Night of the Hunter. One of my favorite movies, His Kind of Woman-with Jane Russell and Vincent Price-is wonderful. Funny, sexy-and I love the set! Mitchum and Russell have to be one of the most attractive couples ever to grace the screen. They were good friends in real life, and they were so evenly matched.
I thought the biography was great too! There were some awesome anecdotes.
I mean, think about it – how long did his career last? He was still basically STARRING in things in the 80s. Hell of an actor.
//I love the one where he’s ship-wrecked with Deborah Kerr. Sooo sexy. I want to watch it right now.//
A total RM fan got me into this one, and I loved it. Mitch wrestles a turtle! Talks faith and manliness and stuff with a totes hot nun! All the time evading the Japanese!!!! Seriously, what is not to love?
Oh, and sexual tension and banter and sleeping in a cave … God, it’s satisfying.
//sexual tension and banter and sleeping in a cave//
OK, that’s it: all my RM dvds are packed in a big crate right now (about to move house) and i’m going to open it up and dig through and get them out because I just have to see RM bantering in a cave with Deborah Kerr RIGHT NOW.
It’s so satisfying! Open it up!
and good luck with your move!
//and good luck with your move!//
Thank you. Frankly, it’s all a bit traumatic. But RM and DK will make it better.
I’m off to dab a bit of Arpege on my décolletage and disappear into a rosemary hedge.
hahahahahaha Don’t step on the chameleon, please.
Moving is so traumatic!!
In Joyce Carol Oates’ novel about Marilyn Monroe, Blonde, I liked how Robert Mitchum gave Monroe’s first husband hell and blasted him for disrespect for flaunting the semi-nude photos of her all over Lockheed where they both worked. I don’t know if this really happened, but if it did, I hope the husband had sense enough to desist. If I were a guy, I wouldn’t want Mitchum waiting around after my shift ended to knock my block off.
I know, I’m looking forward to seeing them!
Weird, random childhood memory – first time I can recall seeing Mitchum on screen was the Winds of War mini-series.
….was supposed to be a reply to Maureen. Curse you wordpress!
It is also a testament to your blog. When I click on the simplest post I never know what wonderful conversation I will find in the comments. Although I rarely join in, I love you and your readers. You have the best comments on the web.
Jill – So nice, thanks!
I agree that this is a particularly awesome thread.
To anyone keeping track – got my Mitchum box-set and got to watch Thunder Road again.
One of the best gearhead movies ever.