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Post by teleadm on Oct 21, 2017 22:55:30 GMT
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Post by Doghouse6 on Oct 22, 2017 0:29:24 GMT
But of course!
What fun that clip was. And I was there! My father's business was an AMPAS contractor, and he got a pair of tickets to the awards every year from '60 - '70. He hated the dressing up and fuss of going, so I became Mom's escort from '65 on. Watching it on video now, I notice what distinctive walks a number of them had: Matthau, Lancaster and Sinatra, for instance. Jane Fonda was in the midst of shooting They Shoot Horses, Don't They, and I see she was sporting the short perm and shaved/penciled eyebrows she had in the film. And didn't Streisand look nervous sitting in the audience? The night turned out well for her. And except for her, the gentlemen's fashions were more avant-garde than the ladies'; very up-to-the-minute with their adaptations of Edwardian collars.
I still watch the show every year, but each time, I know who fewer and fewer of the personalities are. I'm turning into Norma Desmond: "Who have we got today? Some...nobodies!"
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Post by teleadm on Oct 22, 2017 0:35:55 GMT
Doghouse6Thanks for sharing personal memories!!!
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Post by petrolino on Oct 22, 2017 2:18:07 GMT
A galaxy of stars!
I always go all-out to watch the Oscars broadcast live every year. I try to take the next day off work so I can have a few "drinks".
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Post by jervistetch on Oct 22, 2017 8:03:10 GMT
Natalie Wood was breathtaking. I wish I could keep from feeling sad whenever I see her because she was so full of life and had so much to give. Her tragedy still resonates strongly with me. This picture is one of my favorites.  |
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Post by Doghouse6 on Oct 22, 2017 16:06:39 GMT
Doghouse6 Thanks for sharing personal memories!!! Thanks. I only wish they were memories but, to tell the truth, I had no actual recollection of anything I saw in that video. I do recall the reactions to Streisand's outfit that year ("What is she wearing?") But of the six I attended, I have only fleeting recollections: Judy Garland doing a Cole Porter medley at the first; squeezing through the auditorium doors next to Faye Dunaway and Warren Beatty (he was like Adonis, and she appeared made of delicate porcelain); Elizabeth Taylor entering the lobby, glowing like she had her own follow spot; Bob Hope making cracks during station breaks; Fred and Ginger whirling through a few steps while making an entrance; Walter Matthau accepting his award with one arm in a cast; the lingering outside after the show as waiting limos were summoned over loudspeaker when luminaries exited ("The Lee Marvin car, please...the Jack Lemmon car please..."). In those days, we common folk pulled up to the same red carpet entrance as the limos and had our doors opened for us, but afterward had to walk blocks to the lot where all the non-chauffeured cars had been parked by valets. Just bits and pieces. How I wish memory - mine, anyway - worked like film or video: sequential and complete. |
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