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Hey, everyone. “Moriarty” here.
William Powell and Myrna Loy, as a team, are one of my top ten favorite things about cinema. High praise, indeed.
I love the THIN MAN series unreservedly. I watch those movies one right after another after another twice a year. I use them to cleanse the palette whenever I feel like I’ve seen too much Hollywood or just had enough of hype or whatever. Whenver I’m feeling at all jaded about the joy of watching movies, I reach for these as a reminder of the existence of pure cinema pleasure. The sort of thing that never gets old for me. We all have our movie comfort food (I’d love to hear some of yours... stuff that you enjoy but don’t normally talk about), and for me, there’s something about the chemistry between Powell and Loy that works on all levels. They’re funny together. That’s a given. They know how to play verbal ping-pong, with clockwork timing in the back and forth. But there’s more than that. You believe the affection. They seem to enjoy each other, and that’s what makes it sexy. All the repartee, all the jokes, all the verbal sparring... it’s clearly a prelude to good ol’ fashioned fucking. It’s not even subtext. Considering when the movies were made, they are a shockingly randy couple, and it always seems to me that most of their scenes in their movies either start right after or conclude just before some seriously spirited marital bliss. They make the idea of marriage powerfully sexy in the THIN MAN movies. Myrna Loy gets worked up watching her husband do what he does best, and she always seems to find him most exciting when he’s most completely in his element.
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