I wonder if anyone still stops by here. Apologies for not keeping up. This break is purely therapeutic. Blogging had become an obsession for me. I was actually caring more about the blog and the associated comments than I cared about the films of Meg and Michelle. The content was nice, but it was a means to an end.
As for the tiresome job of promoting the post, sharing it and telling people that I have written something, please read. No, it’s not for me. I can’t do it anymore. Right now, I’m happy just being quiet.During my absence I’ve tried to rekindle my love for films by watching old favourites like The Wanderers and Two-Lane Blacktop. My screwball summer never really got of the ground, although I did manage an awesome al fresco double-billing, featuring, what else, One Fine Day followed by Addicted to Love.Using a projector aimed at a big white wall in the garden, it was a borderline camera obscura experience watching the gorgeous Meg Ryan and Michelle putting their own spin on the madcap, free-spirited comedies of the past.Addicted to Love‘s Maggie is just lights-out beautiful, her baby-doll magnetism serving as a terrific counterpoint to Pfeiffer’s more mature persona. It is a toss-up as to who would have won in a hypothetical Maggie/Melanie Parker Hold Back Your Man showdown. Screwball sensuality. They both had It. And How.