Showing posts with label 1940's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1940's. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Don't Be a Sucker (1947)



Hat-tip to Wil Weaton for finding this one. Wikipedia sez:

"Don't Be a Sucker!" is a short film produced by the US War Department in 1943 and re-released in 1947. It has anti-racist and anti-fascist themes. The film was made to make the case for the desegregation of the United States armed forces.

The sound skips a bit at the start, but this little flick is probably older than your parents, so it's excused. Still relevant.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

100 years of stop



I accidentally called it "stop-action" instead of "stop-motion" in front of Danno once and he told me no one would know what I was talking about.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

The House I Live In (1945)



Classic Frankie! (squeeeeeeeee)

Action starts at 2:45.

Wait, werwolves?

Learn how to give blood here.

Wednesday, February 04, 2015

Con-trov-ersy!



Oh, man, an old film about the Brits getting shots. I love how they say controversy.

Warning! There's breast-feeding and naked babies! And there's more where that came from. As your doctor, I suggest you watch these films about horrible infectious diseases and the easy way to prevent them from ruining your lives.

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Looks like putting a kid on a leash is nothing new.



Dogs kinda whoop anyway.



It's more bleak when it's in black and white.



Meh. The Americans don't really put on a good show, do they?



I take it back. Polio is scary as hell.



Drama! And a killer doll. It's so sad.



Oh yay! A cartoon. That makes it so much better. (here's parts 2 and 3)

Gods. Tetanus. That's a 14th century way to go.

Wednesday, April 03, 2013

Tuesday, October 09, 2012

Blithe Spirit (1945)



This movie should really be called Coming Back for More Over; because, when it's over, it's over. Don't be coming back for more.



Also, Margret Rutherford is phenomenal in this film. I want to be just like here when I get older (but without the wired racism). I know that Harold Ramis has.

She looks a little like Hans Conried, doesn't she?



Oh! That silly séance! Psychics freak me out. I've never been comfortable around the sensitive.

Maybe, someday, I'll going to start a service for the poor dears. I'll find them gigs and handle their fiances, for a nominal fee.



I take it back. I've always found them to be tremendous flakes.

But, hey, if you want to see the whole film, here it is. That ought to fill a lunch hour-and-a-half.