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marion and charlie Walking out of work this morning, I could tell that it was getting warm. The sun was out and the wind had finally died down. After two days of subzero temperatures, I was ready for a change. Some people might get a thrill out of wondering whether or not their car will start after sitting outside in the wind for ten hours, but I don't. Nor do I get that much pleasure waiting for over fifteen minutes before the inside of my car starts to feel warmer than the outside air. ... I know a little about William Randolph Hearst and I also know a little about Charlie Chaplin, but it wasn't until today that I started to think of them as contemporaries. In the movie, The Cat's Meow, Hearst throws a weekend birthday party for a Hollywood director and Chaplin is part of the crowd at the party. Seeing the two of them interact was strange, but not exactly riveting. The Cat's Meow wasn't the worst movie that I have ever seen, but at the same time I don't think that I would recommend it to anyone either. For me it was an historical piece built on rumor and speculation with little else to keep me interested. Maybe if I was more of a fan of Kirsten Dunst or Eddie Izzard, I'd have more positive things to say about the film, but neither of them hold much appeal for me, so I can't say more than have already. |