Thursday, November 25, 2010

scoundrel!!

So we last saw Albert Finney looking like a Grumposaurus Rex.  This led me to think about Mean Old Dog Face Men.  And, more specifically, scoundrels - Mean Old Dog Faced or not.  Why is it scoundrels in life and in moving pictures are so excusable?  Why is their charm so charming that it pardons bad behaviors?  Things that most people simply could not do and still be welcome at a dining table festooned and set for Christmas roast beast!!
This applies to gentleman, young and old.  And upon further examination we will see why women cannot act in a manner most unpleasant and live to charm the pants off people another day.  First case in point - Billy Liar.  He is kind of useless and lives in an imaginary world.  And I think he says he's engaged to several ladies.
Which in most cases is something only a grade-A jerk would do.  But Billy is just so very adorable about what a turd he is.  He lies about everything to everybody.
But he makes it work enough to get Julie Christie to run away with him.
But he really pooches the screws on the whole thing and ends up leaving her on a train to go to London by herself.  Somehow she likes him even though he's a liar, and has a boring real life for the most part and tells her about a fantasy world he imagines himself in all the time called Ambrosia.  But he's spritely and wears clothes nicely so it's okay.  And in the end he pretends he needs some milk from a machine in a train station.  This is how Julie Christie is rewarded for her foolishness.

Although this leads my thoughts to a particular scoundrel-woman, who sort of gets away with her bad behavior.  But she has to pay for it in the end, I suppose.  And this lady is the baddest of all kinds of bad things.  She is a movie Nazi!  And she seduces Harrison Ford.  AND his movie father!  That's right, gents and ladies, I'm talking about Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.  And, that's right again, I'm talking about Elsa Schneider.
I know what you're thinking.  How can I even write about this woman?  She is a movie Nazi, as mentioned AND she seduces my favorite man in the world, Harrison, as mentioned.  But you're forgetting a couple things.  The more important of which is that her real life last name is DOODY!  But she is a scoundrel through and through.  Doody can't change everything - it can't change that.

Foremostly, she is a liar.  Second mostly, she sleeps with two men of a father and son relation in order to get what she wants.   

How Did You Know She Was a Nazi? sound clip

She is manipulative and let's not forget the jerk Nazi bit.  But she's kind of lovable at being horrible.  She's super glamorous and has nice hairstyles.  And she's pretty.  And she and Harrison are just precious together.  
And she's more of an opportunist that a total Nazi.  But it's really not cool of her to be cool with Nazis just to get what she wants.  That's so uncool.  It's about as uncool as I was when I was 16 and asked for a new sleeping mask as a birthday gift.  Well.  Actually.  She's way more uncool.  But you get the point.

The one thing that makes her less of a scamp is that she allows herself to fall down a big hole in the ground in a seriously dumb way just because she wanted Jesus' special gold sippy cup.  
And, thus, as said before - she will not live to charm the pants off someone another day.  Sure, this is just one woman, but, as usual, women fall pray to the trap of just being crazy jerks, whereas men get to be charming turds.  Just look at Goldie Hawn being a jerk hippie weirdo in all the movies from her days of yore.  At least let's look at the terrible film, Butterflies Are Free.
She spends a good amount of time bopping around with this blind guy and she is being so kooky - just so kooky, you wouldn't believe - and then she acts like a total jerk and it's not so kookily charming anymore.  To be honest, I never found her charming in the first place.  And then she's a jerk to a blind guy!  He is BLIND!  You can't do that.  So, perhaps this is an unfortunate example.  But perhaps not.  Because even if he could see, her scoundrelly ways towards him are not cute and are not at all charming enough.  I guess she prances about in her underwear a lot - which most scoundrelly men never really have to do.  So it is unclear where the fault sits at this dinner table.

Anyway.  If you're a girl.  If you want to be a lovable scoundrel, the first rule is probably not to die by slipping down a hole for a goblet.  Or to die in any foolish way.  Like getting killed in a drunk motorboat accident.  Second rule is definitely don't be mean to blind people.  Don't be mean to any people really.  Unless you can be super adorable about it, or at least so clever at it that people don't notice you're really being mean.  Third rule is if you're not really sure where you're sitting on the scale between lovable kook and nasty piece of ladypants, it's not gonna hurt anyone's case to prance around in your underwear.  It might not help much, but it's not gonna hurt.  Unless you spill something hot on yourself.  Or your underwear is tattered and worn and not up to impressing a hobo down the lane.  Then just keep it to yourself.  Inside your clothes.

We will conclude with one more scamp of a man to book end this lesson.  Hmm...a scoundrel...who could we discuss - I KNOW WHO!  I KNOW TWO WHOS WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT.   Michael Caine and Steve Martin in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels.  
Two jerks trying to trick ladies and steal money.  And they charm the pants off everybody!!  Really, there's not much that needs to be said about this film.  Other than these two dopes can be jerks to me any day.  Mostly on account I have no fortune to steal...well.  Actually.  Mostly on account of they are some of the best men ever.
Oklahoma, indeed.


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