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R.I.P. Jane Russell
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Re: R.I.P. Jane Russell
Damn. Me too, jimmy c, me too.
Plus only just watched her cavorting w/ MM in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes a couple of weeks ago.
Very sad. RIP.
Plus only just watched her cavorting w/ MM in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes a couple of weeks ago.
Very sad. RIP.
What used to be is gone and what ought to be ought not to be so hard
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RIP, Jane: The woman for whom the term "statuesque" was practically invented.
My favorite Jane Russell bits were her saucy, tough-as-nails-bad-girls-with-a-heart-of-gold, and the best were with Robert Mitchum.
Macao (1952) is steamy film noir fun with Jane as a down-on-her-luck "singer" in the Orient. She meets up with Mitchum, gets involved in diamond smuggling, and wears all sorts of low-cut dresses.
But the best is His Kind of Woman (1951), a baroque, twisted film noir (even by film noir standards) with Jane wearing all sorts of bathing suits and evening gowns and other décolletage-displaying resort wear (and Ha! again as a "singer"), Mitchum as a down-on-his-luck gambler, Raymond Burr as a deported Italian gangster, and assorted shady bit players (including an ex-Nazi plastic surgeon and Mr. Howell from Gilligan's Island) who get involved with federal agents, stolen identities, gambling, romance, and suntan lotion application at a groovy secluded Mexican resort where Vincent Price is a vacationing ham actor who likes to quote Shakespeare and shoot things. I know, I know, but it's a fun head-scratcher.
I know a few of you would really dig it (and by a few, I mean you, Littlemamma.)
My favorite Jane Russell bits were her saucy, tough-as-nails-bad-girls-with-a-heart-of-gold, and the best were with Robert Mitchum.
Macao (1952) is steamy film noir fun with Jane as a down-on-her-luck "singer" in the Orient. She meets up with Mitchum, gets involved in diamond smuggling, and wears all sorts of low-cut dresses.
But the best is His Kind of Woman (1951), a baroque, twisted film noir (even by film noir standards) with Jane wearing all sorts of bathing suits and evening gowns and other décolletage-displaying resort wear (and Ha! again as a "singer"), Mitchum as a down-on-his-luck gambler, Raymond Burr as a deported Italian gangster, and assorted shady bit players (including an ex-Nazi plastic surgeon and Mr. Howell from Gilligan's Island) who get involved with federal agents, stolen identities, gambling, romance, and suntan lotion application at a groovy secluded Mexican resort where Vincent Price is a vacationing ham actor who likes to quote Shakespeare and shoot things. I know, I know, but it's a fun head-scratcher.
I know a few of you would really dig it (and by a few, I mean you, Littlemamma.)
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Re: R.I.P. Jane Russell
Also, the subject of one of Hollywood's first censorship trials.
God bless underwire bras.
God bless underwire bras.