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rain_herself TCM's Thin Man collection, containing the first four of the six William Powell/Myrna Loy Nick and Nora Charles movies. Since we have a tradition of watching classic films on and around our anniversary, we figured it was the perfect time to introduce ourselves to the latter two discs in the collection, as we adored the original and the first sequel, After the Thin Man, plenty well already. (Believe you me, we could blissfully watch Powell drink himself into not giving a sh*t while Loy side-eyes him in a white peignoir all night, pausing only occasionally to do unspeakable things to each other and/or make more popcorn. Rawr.) The last of the four, Shadow of the Thin Man, was fairly disposable, but the third, Another Thin Man...well, it was better than we expected, and we were just settling in to comfy "hey, this is both familiar and pretty darned good" viewing space, fairly certain of what we were in for, when Nick and Nora arrived (separately) at a Cuban-themed nightclub.
That's when this happened:
I can't speak for J, but I'm still working on getting my eyes screwed back into my skull properly. I mean, who are these people for whom gravity apparently does not apply? I can't...just...damn.
That's all. Oh, except to tell you that you really should watch The Thin Man if you get the chance. There's this one look that Loy gives Powell as he's playing with his air rifle that I've been on the business end of from Jenna more times than I can count. It's like ninja-level side-eye with an art-deco pro-Domme chaser. I'm taking up drinking so we can aspire more adequately to Charlesdom in our silver years.
rain_herself TCM's Thin Man collection, containing the first four of the six William Powell/Myrna Loy Nick and Nora Charles movies. Since we have a tradition of watching classic films on and around our anniversary, we figured it was the perfect time to introduce ourselves to the latter two discs in the collection, as we adored the original and the first sequel, After the Thin Man, plenty well already. (Believe you me, we could blissfully watch Powell drink himself into not giving a sh*t while Loy side-eyes him in a white peignoir all night, pausing only occasionally to do unspeakable things to each other and/or make more popcorn. Rawr.) The last of the four, Shadow of the Thin Man, was fairly disposable, but the third, Another Thin Man...well, it was better than we expected, and we were just settling in to comfy "hey, this is both familiar and pretty darned good" viewing space, fairly certain of what we were in for, when Nick and Nora arrived (separately) at a Cuban-themed nightclub.That's when this happened:
I can't speak for J, but I'm still working on getting my eyes screwed back into my skull properly. I mean, who are these people for whom gravity apparently does not apply? I can't...just...damn.
That's all. Oh, except to tell you that you really should watch The Thin Man if you get the chance. There's this one look that Loy gives Powell as he's playing with his air rifle that I've been on the business end of from Jenna more times than I can count. It's like ninja-level side-eye with an art-deco pro-Domme chaser. I'm taking up drinking so we can aspire more adequately to Charlesdom in our silver years.
