Arthur turns thirty

Daughter Number Three reminds us that today marks the thirtieth anniversary of the premiere of the PBS kids’ show Arthur.

When our son Ben worked at GBH, he did a series of YouTube videos with items from the station’s archives. So of course he did an (unembeddable) episode about Arthur, featuring an archival interview with Arthur’s creator Marc Brown. If you watch, you’ll get to see a yearbook photograph of the teacher who inspired Mr. Ratburn.

My favorite Arthur episode: the one in which Miss Sweetwater subs for Mr. Ratburn and the kids get sick of being babied.

[N.B.: Ben has since lost the beard.]

Twelve movies

[Zero to four stars. Four sentences each. No spoilers. Sources: Amazon Prime, Netflix, TCM, YouTube.]

Please Don’t Eat the Daisies (dir. Charles Waters, 1960). From Jean Kerr’s bestseller. David Niven plays a retired professor who now works as a New York theater critic; Doris Day is his wife, who insists on moving to “the country” (seventy miles from New York) with their four boys and one dog. She fixes up their sprawling house while he resists the metropolitan allure of an actor (Janie Paige) whom he panned. A couple of meta moments — Day singing a bit of “Que Será, Será” and referencing Rock Hudson — made me more alert. But the comedy here is on the level of, say, The Brady Bunch. ★★ (TCM)

*

Crow Hollow (dir. Michael McCarthy, 1952). A variation on Rebecca : a whirlwind romance, followed by married life in a strange, great house with three aged aunts and a surly servant girl. Also on the premises: strychnine, a tarantula, and poisonous mushrooms. Newlywed Anne (Natasha Parry) is at a loss for what to do when someone tries to murder her while her dimbulb husband Robert (Donald Houston) goes about his country doctoring. A thoroughly satisfying B movie. ★★★★ (YT)

*

The Frightened Man (dir. John Gilling, 1952). Not much here for anyone to be frightened about. It’s a story of jewel thievery, with a young man sent down from Oxford who turns to a life of crime. Both he and his antiques-dealer father will be in for a surprise. Some tension in the breaking-through-the-wall safe-cracking effort, but nothing of real interest here. ★★ (YT)

*

The Snorkel (dir. Guy Green, 1958). That last one was a dud, but there are so many superior movies waiting in obscurity at YouTube. This one is a variation on Shadow of a Doubt, with a teenager (Mandy Miller) who saw her stepfather (Peter van Eyck) murder her father and is now convinced that her mother’s locked-room suicide is another murder. But how did the stepfather do it, and how can his stepdaughter prove it? Van Eyck, Miller, and Betta St. John (as the teen’s nurse/chaperone and perhaps the stepfather’s new love interest) are all terrific, and the ending is sure to throw the viewer off balance. ★★★★ (YT)

*

The Whole Truth (dir. John Guillermin, 1958). We’re in Nice, or a recreation thereof, in a story that begins with a chase through twisty narrow streets, winds back the clock, and moves forward to pick up the chase. The plot: a volatile actress (Gianna Maria Canale) is found dead, and the film producer (Stewart Granger) with whom she was having an affair is accused of murder. An inspector from Scotland Yard (George Sanders) steps in to investigate, as the producer’s wife (Donna Reed) looks on with dismay. The plot is tricky — too tricky, really, but still fun. ★★★ (YT)

*

A Tale of Two Cities (dir. Jack Conway, 1935). Watching the crowd scenes, I wondered, as I do when watching The Grapes of Wrath : where did they find people who looked like that? I know; they’re actors — but still. Ronald Colman shines as gentle, dissolute Sydney Carton; Blanche Yurka is a terrifying Madame De Farge; as the Marquis St. Evrémonde, Basil Rathbone looks eerily like Stephen Miller. The storming of the Bastille, worked out by Val Lewton and Jacques Tourneur, is a crowd scene to end all crowd scenes. ★★★★ (TCM)

*

I Want You (dir. Mark Robson, 1951). A family and their associates on the eve of the Korean War, as men are called up for service. It’ll be over in two weeks, says one man in a bar — in a movie released a year and a half after American involvement began. There are moments of frank desperation about the reality of war — a father’s plea that his son be classified as an indispensable worker, the dread with which another son reads his draft notice — but the movie wraps up on a weirdly happy note. With Dana Andrews, Peggy Dow, Farley Granger, Dorothy McGuire, and a surprising moment from bit player Walter Baldwin. ★★★ (A)

*

Whatever It Takes: Inside the eBay Scandal (dir. Jenny Carchman, 2024). I had a vague recollection of “the eBay scandal,” the effort by high-ranking employees to terrify and silence a husband and wife team who blog about e-commerce. Their sin: they dared to criticize eBay. But the details of what these eBay employees did (authorized, it appears, at a high level) were new to me. A well-made and angry-making documentary about the corporate will to power. ★★★★ (A)

*

Sister Carrie (dir. Daniel Nearing, 2022). That this black-and-white, nearly silent movie has no ratings or reviews at IMDb or Rotten Tomatoes might make it an object of curiosity, but our curiosity turned to boredom to exasperation. Though the title is Sister Carrie, the end credits state that the movie also draws upon fiction by Sherwood Anderson, Alexandre Dumas Fils, and Antonie Francois Prévost — which must explain why the foreman at the Chicago shoe factory where Carrie works murders his wife and ends up in jail. Text, including lines from Philip Larkin’s “High Windows” and a postscript from Jonathan Safran Foer, appears on the screen in a highly unreadable font. It’s all a pretentious mess, though I did like seeing the Bean. (A)

[That’s right, no stars.]

*

Carrie (dir. William Wyler, 1952). It’s a big picture, beautifully made, and true to the urban poverty and glamour of Theodore Dreiser’s Sister Carrie. But I have misgivings. This adaptation deprives Carrie Meeber (Jennifer Jones) of self-direction: she is instead present only as a victim or victimizer of men. As George Hurstwood, Laurence Olivier emotes all over everything; the movie, unlike the novel, even ends with him (whose life is it anyway?). But Eddie Albert is delightful as peppy, blithely libidinous Charles Drouet. ★★★ (A)

*

The Big Shakedown (dir. John Francis Dillon, 1934). Husband-to-be Jimmy Morrell (Charles Farrell) is a pharmacist; his wife-to-be Norma Nelson (Bette Davis) runs the register and the soda fountain, providing stamps, ice cream, and nickels for the telephone. Their drugstore, they admit, is more a community service than a flourishing business. All that changes when a gangster (Ricardo Cortez) stops in for a headache powder and persuades Jimmy to manufacture sham brandname products. Cortez is the real star here, brutish yet suave; with Davis in second place and Farrell a distant third. ★★★ (TCM)

*

Hamnet (dir. Chloé Zhao, 2025). Better late than never. It’s a curiously modern story, with a husband and father, Will (Paul Mescal), away at work or away in his own head, and a mother, Agnes, or Anne (Jessie Buckley), left to manage a house and children largely on her own. The glaring anachronisms (“Hello,” “OK”) are thus less jarring than a viewer might expect. I think the movie too often substitutes over-the-top emoting for genuine feeling, and in the final scene at the Globe, things really go off the rails. ★★★ (N)

Related reading
All OCA “twelve movies” posts (Pinboard)

VDP on BW and “Heroes and Villains”

In an interview with Dutch television, Van Dyke Parks talks about “Heroes and Villains” and the loss of Brian Wilson: “What I’ve lost with the death of Brian is a witness, a person who was there. Brian took an era with him.”

Venn reading
All OCA Brian Wilson posts : Brian Wilson and Van Dyke Parks posts : Van Dyke Parks posts (Pinboard)

Lowlights, a children’s magazine

A certain children’s magazine appears to be notorious for renewing subscriptions without a customer’s approval. Ask me how I know this.

Okay, I’ll tell you: last year I ordered a one-year subscription for a kiddo. (More than a year doesn’t make sense: kids outgrow this stuff pretty quickly). Last night I noticed an unauthorized renewal charge in my bank statement. Very sneaky: the subscription doesn’t expire until January, and the charge was made one day before my then-current card expired. I filed a fraud report with my bank, and I’m watching now for the refund that the magazine’s customer rep promised (though not before trying to get me to renew anyway).

Nasty company. Friends of children, beware.

Eva Marie Saint (1924–2026)

[Eva Marie Saint at the Academy Awards, 1955. Photograph by Michael Rougier. From the Life Photo Archive. Click for a larger view.]

From The New York Times obituary:

Nine months pregnant with her first child when she picked up her Oscar at the RKO Pantages Theater in Hollywood, she told the audience, ‘I’m so excited I may have the baby right here.’ Her son was born two days later.

The Oscar for Best Supporting Actress was for her role as Edie Doyle in On the Waterfront .

A treat of my life as an English prof was getting to introduce students to that film (deeply Iliad-like) and North by Northwest (deeply Odyssey-like, with Saint’s Eve Kendall as Athena, Circe, and Penelope.)

[Movies: Never during class time, always in a reserved classroom at a time or times that accommodated most students. Students who couldn’t make it watched a DVD on reserve in the library. Remember DVDs?]

An NYRB cover

Adolfo Bioy Casares, Asleep in the Sun, trans. Suzanne Jill Levine (New York: New York Review Books, 2004).

The cover is a detail of a William Wegman photograph, Beach Scene (1996). I think it’s the greatest New York Review Books cover of them all. But you have to read Asleep in the Sun to know why. And you shouldn’t take this cover literally.

Related reading
A handful of Bioy Casares posts

Dianas

Lucio Bordenave has agreed to have his wife Diana, aka the missus, taken off to Dr. Reger Samaniego’s Psychiatric Institute. In her absence, her lookalike sister Adriana María has moved in. The aged relative doña Ceferina is still on the scene. And in Diana’s absence, Lucio has taken in a dog whom he names Diana.

Adolfo Bioy Casares, Asleep in the Sun, trans. Suzanne Jill Levine (New York: New York Review Books, 2004).

It’s impossible to describe what goes on in this novel without giving too much away. Suffice it to say that it combines domestic comedy and mad science into a surreal allegory of national and sexual politics.

Related reading
A handful of Bioy Casares posts

Recently updated

Morning becomes Ernie Bushmiller: Now with a link to a New Yorker piece about A Morning with Ernie Bushmiller.

Recently updated

“You can do either” Now with a suggestion that Iran could destroy Los Angeles or San Diego. And other mishaps.

“You can do either”

Via Aaron Rupar:

Q: Why are you telling your supporters to vote by mail if you think it’s fraud?

A: They’ll vote by mail or vote in person. I’d rather have them vote in person, but they can vote by mail if they want, because we seem to have no choice, because, ahh, a lot of people wanna vote by mail but a lot of very good people also wanna vote in person. You can do either. What we’re concerned about is there seems to be a lot of cheat — not seems to be, there is a lot of cheating in vote by mail.

Q: Where? Where’s the evidence?

A: I’ll tell you what: start off by taking a look at California. Take a look at —

Q: There’s no evidence in California.

A: Take a look at — no evidence, with millions and millions of ballots? You are fake news.

Watch this clip and the others that Aaron Rupar collected this afternoon and you’ll see a man who cannot respond to questions coherently and who falls back on empty stock phrasing: “We’re looking at it very strongly.” “It will all work out very well.” It’s gonna work out very well.” His response to a question about pneumonic plague shows him pretending to scientific expertise. When asked a question about María Corina Machado returning to Venezuela, he doesn’t even attempt to answer.

Help.

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October 6: This post now looks a bit nitpicky in light of his suggestion last night that Iran could destroy Los Angeles or San Diego (NYT gift link). And there were many other problem spots in his discourse. I am creating a new Pinboard tag: OOHFM. (Out of his, &c.)

The New York Times offered a curiously delimited headline: “Fury in California After Trump Suggests Iran ‘Take Out’ L.A. or San Diego.” Fury everywhere there are clear-thinking people, even in downstate Illinois.