Beginning today and continuing through December 2nd, Film Forum presents a centennial celebration of Carole Lombard — screwball spitfire, glamour goddess and embodiment of all the good things America still occasionally thought about itself during the Great Depression. In the current issue of the L, Cullen Gallagher worships at the altar:
An earthly deity of the silver screen, she was more than just blonde and beautiful — she also possessed a quick wit and daffy lunacy that remains unsurpassed over seventy years later. Fiercely independent, sexually confident and always cunning, Lombard sent an ordered, masculine-driven society into an irreversible tailspin.
Cullen would also like you to know the following phun phacts about her [not included in his piece so when I say “jump” you say “how hard [should I click on the Read More link]?”]:
“she could out-hunt [husband] Clark Gable, was known as one of the best
female skeet-shooters in Hollywood, got seasick very easily, was known
as “the profane angel for her ability to swear like a sailor,”
routinely sent journalists telegrams when she liked what they wrote
(whether or not it was about her), and spent her nights reading scripts
and calling Janet Gaynor and ex-hubby William Powell to suggest roles
We begin, tonight and tomorrow, with an essential (and
wallet-friendly!) double feature of the rich man-poor man romantic
farce My Man Godfrey [pictured] — the funniest movie ever made about the American
caste system — and Twentieth Century, a rapidfire parable of the
male invention of the female performer, and the breakaway power of the
Everything old is new again, particularly economic hardship and Carole Lombard’s her-wave feminism.