Oh, LunaShar. . . .
There was a time, there was a place, and where the twain met gods and goddesses cast by their own light golden shadows.
(sigh)
Who among the contemporary not-so-Holy-wouldn't elite holds even the stub of a candle to them?
(SIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. . . .)
Our parents and grandparents were so rich, in so many ways that our children will never know. I used to sneak across the street to my grandmum's house after my parents left for work in the A.M.: she had one of those ENORMOUS rotating TV antennas that could pull in stations from God-knows-where. We would sit and watch all the "A" classics, the best and the worst of the "B" movies, and far too many of the flicks that defy categorization even today. Oh how I miss that. No profanity. No nudity. No graphic violence. No mind-numbing special effects.
Q. How was it, then, that these films were able to—and still do—so captivate me?
A. Class.
Granted, many if not most actors and actresses of the period had their share of warts, skeletons, and demons; however, they still, somehow, were the epitome of taste, style, and grace.
Isn't it odd that the films of Hollywood's so-called Golden Era are black and white?
Whoa! Talk about 'cher metaphors and double entendres: i.e., "good/evil"; "right/wrong.
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Thanks for sharing your uncommonly good taste. Have you any more pics?
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Golden Hollywood rare pictures
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