I am often asked why I prefer movie stars of yore to today’s offerings. Allow me to explain, using but a single picture taken sometime in the 1950s:

That’s Jane Russell on the right, Debra Paget (I think) on the left, and I don’t know who’s in the middle.

None of that is important. As long as you’re prepared to overlook the hot dogs, that is.


  1. Honestly, and I’m not going for the joke here, I didn’t notice the hot dogs until you pointed them out.

    1. The man is quite right: Loren and Russell are the exceptions to the rule.

      1. Don’t think I’d include Russell. My focus was on top notch serious actresses and Russell’s talent was showcased more numerically than emotionally. The situation is rather shaky when trying to compare current actresses. There are few, very few, who have the acting chops and solid star power of the 30s-40s-50s greats and none of them are fit to shine the shoes of the likes of Bette Davis, Barbara Stanwyck, or Ingrid Bergman. And while I’m pontificating female thespians are, by the Lord God Jehovah and the Flying Spaghetti Monster, actresses, not actors.

  2. …also had a “hot dogs, what hot dogs” moment?
    Fuhgeddaboud any aeronautical achievement in Howard Hughes designing-building-test driving the H-1 Racer or the Spruce Goose. The Trifecta view of the “Twins” amply validates his singular engineering achievement to be designing the Wired Wonder brassiere for Miss Janie.

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