Bear With Me

Very rapidly, in recent decades, that once-familiar language of organism has become strange to us.-- Robert D Crouse

Perhaps because I am more fluid under stress, and nostalgic for youthful influences, haunted by that to which contorted bodies could never compare, let's stay with the dearly departed Elizabeth Montgomery and Lee Remick. Both actresses are roughly representative of the Protestant standard, and what happens to women when they get there and hit that indomitable glass ceiling. Dowager confesses to bias: I wanted Montgomery to achieve superstardom, because it was evident, in her revisionist take on Lizzy Borden, that our beloved pedestrian lynch pin wanted it, critical acclaim. Elizabeth's limitation: you could perceive the effort she was putting into it, and in the length of time between Johnny Cool and Borden, this limitation isn't altered by her maturity. Lee Remick, clever enough to play against the A list to her strength and wise enough to know she could not carry a movie by herself (cf, The Women's Room-- Marilyn French was a terrific voice when it came to repression and sexual escape-- television actually weakens the novelist's reputation), makes you forget you're viewing any effort at all.

Both actresses also have the "Pretty Women" appeal not too far off from Rizzoli & Isles of today. To defeat what hopes to be your future Jewish mother in law, you appropriate the enemy. Lee's performance in "Lady" is as wry and witty for a woman's burgeoning freedom as anything in the banter between Harmon and Alexander in the contemporary procedural, and had more vulnerability in her sexuality: for some reason, women understood the consequences of containing and taming Remick. It emanates from her with intangible censure: Here we have a trollop who gets what is coming to her.

Elizabeth, despite the fact that both actresses died of cancer, within not many years of each other, understood her sexual barriers better, to the point that the audience wanted her Borden to beat the judicial system, and she did! This again rehashes the intractable problem of veracity, and acknowledges that both litigation and regulatory statues have significant limitations. Spastic has some difficulty believing the Texas officers had it "in" for Bland, and tend to agree with conservative faith in the process. By the same token, traffic laws are a direct consequence of automotive technology, which will only recede when traveling the globe through orbital trajectory becomes standard. Minorities of African American descent will undoubtedly have the violins handy then too. The technically advanced alien's we're searching for will have such an intrinsic empathy that chips on the shoulder, brain lesions, will vanish. Epidural hematoma's will heal themselves by sheer force of will.

I believe in the import of Medusa's Touch. I grew up with this movie, practicing Burton's misanthropy as Mortar everyday. As Stephen King wrote, sometimes being a high flying bitch is all you have.