Happy hunting, Mort! I was beginning to feel like a stranger in a strange land.
However, I've had an e-mail from the river folks confirming that both box sets are on their way: the majority of these films are in the classic league.
Ironically, or typically, as I move loads of books and off-air videos into the garage, prior to ...!!!! renovations, next month, DVDs or books arrive to fill the same space Pure Ionesco - that really dates me. Or I pick up a book on the outward journey, only to get interested, before it relegated to another space indoors, or worse, I sit and start reading the damned thing. One such was published by Studio Vista Move Paperbacks (1966) and I used to collect this series from W H Smith who put them in their sales at 20p. This was the combined screenplays of 'The Apartment' (1960) and 'The Fortune Cookie' (1966) (aka 'Meet Whiplash Willie' in the uk) Eh? A couple of trenchant screenplays. In the former, Jack Lemmon plays a dude, C C Baxter, who climbs the professional greasy- pole by lending his apartment keys to his CE (Fred McMurray), as a rendezvous with the attractive elevator girl, Miss Kubelik (Shirley MacLaine). In due course, Lemmon arrives in time to prevent MacLaine from a near fatal overdose; and shortly afterwards a loud explosion from a champagne bottle, fuels his anxiety about a pistol shot. Wilder and his writer IAL Diamond had to avoid the risk of a sentimental or lachrymose ending. CC Baxter asks Miss Kubelik (their formality is sustained although a minor point by now) about her relationship with his CE.
Baxter What about Mr Sheldrake?
Kubelik I'm going to send him a fruit cake every Christmas.
He sits happily on the couch and she holds out a deck of cards to him.
Kubelik Cut
He cuts a card but doesn't look at it.
Baxter I love you, Miss Kubelik.
Kubelik (cutting a card) Seven (looking at his card) - queen (Hands the deck to him)
Baxter Did you hear what I said, Miss Kubelik? I absolutely adore you.
Kubelik (Smiling) Shut up and deal!
He begins to deal, never taking his eyes of her. She removes her coat,
starts picking up her cards and arranging them. Baxter a look of pure joy
on his face, deals - and deals - and deals - and keeps dealing.
And that's about it. Story-wise. FADE OUT
I'll be waiting for Chris, the postie, on Tuesday.