Krilkick the frenestrand, grindle
Oct. 18th, 2009 10:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
randy_byersRadio Announcer #1: Yes, friends, if you want krilkick that will frenestrand, if you want cocolick with neodolimer, then try Hic Shampoo, for hair that will grindle!
Radio Announcer #2: For hair that will glanville and monde, and give beautiful phyllostrand, get the large economy size!
Radio Announcer #3: Yes, only Humperdinick's Magnetic Shaving Cream contains atom-francid mottletry -- the mottletry that makes any property...
-- My Dream Is Yours (1949)
I don't know what's weirder, this bit of throwaway nonsense in the middle of a Hollywood movie of the studio era, or the fact that I'm watching things like early Doris Day musicals. What the hell? I guess I could claim that I'm watching Michael Curtiz movies, but still.
Well, here's how it happened. I was reading Self-Styled Siren's post about The Man I Love, and somebody pointed to this entry in Martin Scorsese's list of Guilty Pleasures:
My Dream Is Yours (1949, Michael Curtiz) and The Man I Love (1946, Raoul Walsh). Both are musical films noirs about nightclub singers; they had a lot to do with New York, New York. When we asked Doris Day about My Dream Is Yours, she said, "That's my life story." The style, the color, the decor, I took it all for New York, New York. For the opening titles I wanted a New York skyline -- the one from The Man I Love. We wound up painting the film.
It was the mention of film noir that did it, of course, although I'm hard pressed to think of what was noir about this movie. Maybe the hints of the sleazy underbelly of Hollywood, where Doris Day becomes the next best thing to a stripper in order to pay rent. Still, this is Doris Day we're talking about. Doris Day and sleaze make about as much sense as a word combination as glanville and monde.
Radio Announcer #2: For hair that will glanville and monde, and give beautiful phyllostrand, get the large economy size!
Radio Announcer #3: Yes, only Humperdinick's Magnetic Shaving Cream contains atom-francid mottletry -- the mottletry that makes any property...
-- My Dream Is Yours (1949)
I don't know what's weirder, this bit of throwaway nonsense in the middle of a Hollywood movie of the studio era, or the fact that I'm watching things like early Doris Day musicals. What the hell? I guess I could claim that I'm watching Michael Curtiz movies, but still.
Well, here's how it happened. I was reading Self-Styled Siren's post about The Man I Love, and somebody pointed to this entry in Martin Scorsese's list of Guilty Pleasures:
My Dream Is Yours (1949, Michael Curtiz) and The Man I Love (1946, Raoul Walsh). Both are musical films noirs about nightclub singers; they had a lot to do with New York, New York. When we asked Doris Day about My Dream Is Yours, she said, "That's my life story." The style, the color, the decor, I took it all for New York, New York. For the opening titles I wanted a New York skyline -- the one from The Man I Love. We wound up painting the film.
It was the mention of film noir that did it, of course, although I'm hard pressed to think of what was noir about this movie. Maybe the hints of the sleazy underbelly of Hollywood, where Doris Day becomes the next best thing to a stripper in order to pay rent. Still, this is Doris Day we're talking about. Doris Day and sleaze make about as much sense as a word combination as glanville and monde.
