There is someone that I always wanted to meet.
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Recently, the New Yorkerfeatured a story on “the fading world of the daguerreotype.” The journal reported that only 1% of the 19th century photographs created using this primitive method of developing survive today. It is a percentage that is, of course upsetting, it’s not too dissimilar from the percentage of silent films that have survived to our modern day: 90% have been lost to time and to…
Every once in a great while, I will tell somebody “You know, nasty little fellows such as yourself always get their comeuppance.”
…And then I’ll be sad, because they have no idea what I’m talking about.
I only gamble with my life, never my money.
The Mummy fandom on Tumblr is hella strong
What up mummy fandom I didn’t know existed! Loved this movie. Need to watch it again.
I quote “You’re on the wrong side of the river” constantly.
I’m going to grad school soon to be a librarian and I can’t wait to get drunk and quote all of Evy’s lines.
I’m an archaeology student and I recently re-watched this and the instant they made it clear that it was set in the 1920s I was completely cool with everything about it because archaeology in the 1920s was mostly drinking and blowing things up.
archaeology in the 1920s was mostly drinking and blowing things up
ARCHAEOLOGY IN THE 20s WAS MOSTLY DRINKING AND BLOWING THINGS UP.
Happy Birthday William Horatio Powell | July 29th, 1892 – March 5th, 1984
His careful attention to the neceties of grooming; his perfectly tailored suits, spotless cuffs, and collars; his orotund voice curled around well-turned phrases; the deferential way he bowed his head slightly when being introduced — all would have helped him gain entry at any elite, leather-chair-and-brandy-snifter men’s club.
“I’m not a ladies’ man. I haven’t the physical characteristics for one thing. Not handsome. Someone like Valentino should have played this part. Not Bill Powell.
Unfortunately, or perhaps it is fortunate that I have always been forced to stand on my acting ability. I haven’t a personality such as Jack Gilbert`s, for instance, that attracts women and makes them like me for myself. When I am on the screen I must make them forget me entirely and think only of my acting”
Powell is to dialogue as Fred Astaire is to dance. His delivery is so droll and insinuating, so knowing and innocent at the same time, that it hardly matters what he’s saying.
GAH!!! HUSBAND MATERIAL!!!