It’s strange. And thin too.
Coming of age in the mid 1970’s, I had heard her name. But she was one of those old movie stars. She was “in the pictures,” as my grandparents would say, that they watched. And those pictures were watched during the week, in the afternoon, or late at night as they lay in bed for the evening. I’d be wondering what to be when I grew up. Or if Linda would like me.
To me though, she was a star in name only. I don’t even remember seeing any of her films back then.
My first Barbara Stanwyck encounter was The File on Thelma Jordan, an underrated film noir from 1950. And I only watched that for the first time about five years ago. Since then, I’ve gone back and seen more of her acclaimed pictures. Not all, of course, but enough to realize that she earned the reputation.
She was a star.
(Right about here the rules say that I should include a mini biography of her life to sort of validate things. To show that I’ve put the time in. Done my homework. But I won’t because I’ve got excuses.
And then I’d follow that up with a review of Double Indemnity. Because that would be something new. With my own spin. But I won’t do that either).
Instead, I’ll let her do the walking. Because like her, “inside this stupid body…”