old hollywood films as tumblr text posts (4/?) - gilda
do you ever just watch a burt lancaster movie and you are overcome with the urge to put him in a pringles can and shake it
i feel like my reblogs give my poor followers whiplash because one second i’ll be having a mental breakdown in the tags of an on the waterfront gifset and then if you scroll a little further down i’ll be like “hold james dean gentle like hamburger”
old hollywood dracula fancast: gene tierney as mina harker
“i shall be glad as long as i live that even in that moment of final dissolution, there was in the face a look of peace, such as i could never have imagined might have rested there.”
( i know there’s a typo and it’s “worldly” not worldly but i’m too tired to fix it lemme go to bed i will exist later )
#gene tierney#oh dracula fancast#old hollywood#classic hollywood#golden age of hollywood#...she'd be so GOOD!#esp bc book mina is suuuuuch a capable character and FAR from the damsel in distress like she's portrayed as in so many adaptations *-*#honestly she reminds me a liiiiittle bit of mrs. muir? but only a little
adding to my list of actresses who i want to give a hug: peg entwistle. she was just someone who seemed very talented and sweet, i wish she’d had a happier life and even now would just be remembered for being more than the actress who committed suicide by jumping off the hollywood sign.
does anyone in the oh fandom have that really cute photoset of natalie wood in the 50s wearing a sweater and a pair of shorts and there’s a really fuzzy looking dog and they’re both wearing rhinestone sunglasses?
i know i already made a list of old hollywood actors i would want to hug but i’m just here to say i would like to hug montgomery clift in particular (w/ his permission of course).
old hollywood moodboard based off this post: carole lombard (1/10)
i can’t imagine a duller fate than being the best-dressed woman in reality. when i want to do something, i don’t pause to contemplate whether i’m exquisitely gowned. i want to live, not pose!
old movies that ripped my heart out and spat on it
a place in the sun. it was alright until the last few minutes or so when i absolutely lost it.
the grapes of wrath. i read the book which i could barely get through bc of tears. i thought i could handle it. although if my definition of being able to handle it is “crying into my mom’s shoulder at 12 am” then yeah :)
on the waterfront. this movie just... oof. that’s all i have to say.
dark victory. i KNOWWW this one’s considered kind of cheesy now but g*d bette davis’ performance is the best part of this movie.
the clock. judy garland? making me cry? yeah. i mean it’s slightly more of a happy tears movie compared to the other ones on this list but it reminded me a lot of how my great-grandparents met, so... that hit close to home.
for me and my gal. again, a bit more of a happy tears movie! the juxtaposition of these really fun, energetic songs with the actual story had me already choked up but then the ending sent me into inelegant blubbering mode when they started reprising the title song
the best years of our lives. no
the apartment. I WANTED TO SEE A COMEDY WITH TWO ACTORS I REALLY LIKE I DIDN’T WANT TO END UP CRYING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOVIE
the ghost and mrs. muir. i am always a sucker for ghost movies that are more sad and this one did the trick a little too well.
a star is born (og 1937 version). again. no. why is fredric march in so many movies that make me feel dead inside?