Strait-Jacket (1964) Reminds You That, Although It May Be Monday, Be Grateful You're Not...

Mostly An Alibi for Pepsi Product Placement, or...
Wearing a Kenley Collins original, or...
Getting Facially Felt Up by Joan Crawford, or...
Trapped in the Trippiest Water Closet Ever, or...
Just Trying to Blend with the Furniture, or...
Discovering that Your Husband's Been in the Closet this Whole Time.
Gratitude.
'Tis truly a question of perspective...
Just ask Lady Columbia.

This post is brought to you as part of Final Girl's Film Club.
For more on the monumental collaboration between two of the most frightening titans of American Cinema (Joan Crawford and William Castle)
(aka 1964's Strait-Jacket), click here.
For StinkyLulu's unedited ramblings on same, click here.
But whatever you do...steer clear of Joan's Wrestling Match With Herself -
T'Ain't Purty!

Feeling a Little Naked Today...

Two consecutive Sundays without a Supporting Actress profile.
Dunno when that's happened
in 30 months of Supporting Actressness.
Haven't even screened a movie in nearly a week.
I am feeling the withdrawal.
Ouch.
But, alas, it can't be helped.
Claims to make.
Prose to polish.
Citations to list.
But every time I start to doubting my ability
to do what needs to be done,
The fact of 100+ Supporting Actress Sunday Profiles
reminds me that I can do what's necessary.
That's thanks to you.
So, thank you, lovely reader,
for reintroducing me
to my writerly self.

And while I'm whiling away the hours,
conferrin' with the flowers,
consultin' with the rain,
Consider amusing yourself within the archives.
Or inside the statistic sheets.
And report back with comments,
regarding your thoughts, impressions, and discoveries.
(Though, please, do hold off on the corrections.
At least for the time being.
I'm about at my limit for revisions right now.)
And know this,
I'll be back...

It May Be Monday, but Be Grateful You're Not...

Head-Butting a Giant Cock, or...
Arm-Wrestling a Massive Maggot, or...
Getting Cozy with a Really Big Rodent, or...
Aswim in a Swamp o' Rats, or...
Poking the Pink-Eyed Varmint.

Gratitude.
'Tis truly a question of perspective...

This post is brought to you as part of Final Girl's Film Club.
For more on this epic cinematic treatment of the inevitability of ecological disaster (aka Food of the Gods), click here.
For StinkyLulu's unedited ramblings on same, click here.
But whatever you do...watch out for the MASSIVE MAGGOTS!