tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post2507110461995347171..comments2024-01-24T01:27:11.111-05:00Comments on Café Muscato: Dream WeaverMuscatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657061324487851341noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-76392673903577006002013-02-06T10:05:48.575-05:002013-02-06T10:05:48.575-05:00That is the the movie that Sky Captain and the Wor...<i>That</i> is the the movie that <i>Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow</i> should have been. And now with any luck at all I'll have Cary-Randy dreams, too!Muscatohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657061324487851341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-57507048306202076042013-02-06T01:08:32.452-05:002013-02-06T01:08:32.452-05:00One fabulous black and white dream (thank you, Tra...One fabulous black and white dream (thank you, Trazadone!), I was fighting the fifth column at the 1939 New York World's Fair (rather disloyal, me living in San Francisco and all) with the help of Carole Lombard and Cary Grant. I don't remember how we made out with the Nazis, but Cary and I made out just fine, and we didn't need Technicolor at all to enjoy those fireworks. No wonder Randy Scott stayed loyal all those years!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16257637217498598979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-62976737770268107102013-02-05T13:45:01.815-05:002013-02-05T13:45:01.815-05:00What utterly marvelous dreams! Mine are almost nev...What utterly marvelous dreams! Mine are almost never so good although I do recall one where my beloved Linda Darnell was chatting with the almost as loved Priscilla Lane both dripping in jewels at the racetrack where I was the bet runner! The shrewish Miss Holm, always so warm and lovely on screen apparently the extreme opposite in real life, was fortunately nowhere in sight. <br /><br />Back to your dreams all sound sensational but my fav is the Charlotte Greenwood/Kay Thompson dance routine. I adore that Aunt Eller.joel65913https://www.blogger.com/profile/14526657073681774683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-57732166383567059462013-02-05T13:27:59.033-05:002013-02-05T13:27:59.033-05:00Great. Now I'll still be dreaming of Celeste,...Great. Now I'll still be dreaming of Celeste, but now she'll have huge, meaty Vincent Price hands. That's not creepy; not at all...Muscatohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657061324487851341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-7955002743291030832013-02-05T08:29:36.825-05:002013-02-05T08:29:36.825-05:00Many years ago I had the opportunity to interview ...Many years ago I had the opportunity to interview Vincent Price. He was performing his one man show in Oscar Wilde and had been booked thought a cluster of smallish towns in Ohio with grand movie palaces. Marion Ohio has just that. It must have been 1979 or 1980. What I remember is how gray his complexion was, how huge and meaty his hand was when he took mine in a handshake, and how he seemed to look through my clothing. Be hat this has to do with Celeste Holm, I have no idea, just nought I share it.The Cool Cookiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04162345087029159056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-90130937941324804142013-02-05T00:45:49.779-05:002013-02-05T00:45:49.779-05:00I think my impression of her disposition was set m...I think my impression of her disposition was set many years ago, when she participated in a tribute to the then Princess Grace in the latter's hometown, Philadelphia. Some college chums got the plum job of dogsbodying the visiting celebrities, and one pal, a courtly Southern boy, got Miss Holm. Ever after, all it took to get him pale and trembling in remembered fear was to mention her name...Muscatohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657061324487851341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-82056010946650723162013-02-05T00:42:37.545-05:002013-02-05T00:42:37.545-05:00I'd be afraid to go to sleep.I'd be afraid to go to sleep.mrpeeneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13361948301941861890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-76090695703859901152013-02-04T22:54:14.546-05:002013-02-04T22:54:14.546-05:00don't bother drinking, use enemas.don't bother drinking, use enemas.normadesmondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17325110017442011627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-31349819365312711582013-02-04T22:38:39.199-05:002013-02-04T22:38:39.199-05:00I once dreamt I was at Buckingham Palace with the ...I once dreamt I was at Buckingham Palace with the Queen Mother, Yoko Ono and Diane Keaton. Perhaps it's further proof that homosexuality (and fabulousness) is genetic.marksparkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06601131043640571653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-73410943933544388612013-02-04T15:46:45.167-05:002013-02-04T15:46:45.167-05:00Met her at the York Theatre some recent year ago. ...Met her at the York Theatre some recent year ago. She had the look of someone who wasn't sure if she was supposed to know me or not when I said hello. Of course, she shouldn't have known me as I am not anybody. But then again, she also had the look of someone who wasn't quite sure who she herself was.<br /><br />I have a customer who is married to one of Ms. Holm's nephews. Have never heard anecdotal evidence of bitchiness.<br /><br />And if drinking before bed gave me dreams like that, I'd have a wet bar for a nightstand.Billhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01851297819829806798noreply@blogger.com