Monday, December 11, 2006

Things that make me cheerful, part something or other

This website: Dan-O-Rama productions.

I wanted to post direct links to my favorite bits, with images, but i can't seem to do that, somehow. So instead, an invitation to go there and look around, with a few recommendations:

make sure you mouse over "hits" before clicking "enter."

Go to the Club Room: my personal favorites are Joan Crawford megamix, Blue Moon/Anne Heche, and "I'd rather be burned as a witch."

and i confess that his Ann-Margret homages have me absolutely smitten. They don't make 'em like that anymore...

you kind of really need to see the moving image for the full effect, though

aged well, too, i think.

she kind of -is- the sixties, though, you know? Besides everything else. Pop! Bam! Poooooowwww!!!

I really love the sheer vitality. Besides everything else.

and you know what else i really love about the Dan-O-Rama site? -There's- someone who truly raised obsession to an art form. And it paid off.

anyway, check it out: fun times.


nezua limon xolagrafik-jonez said...

::old tyme car horn sound::

Rootietoot said...

Sweet Daddio thinks the icon of womanliness (other than me, of course) is Maureen O'Hara. She gave as good as she got.

Personally, I think Ann-Margret is better now than she was then.But then I'm parital to people who look like they've lived a bit.

belledame222 said...

I like her look now, too.

Like I said though, the full effect is in the motion. woman could -move.-

i love a good dancer...and the gams, my my

kactus said...

yea, Ann-Margret! Talk about a sex kitten! Purrrrrr, meow!

You can keep your Raquels--I want an Ann-Margret under my tree.

belledame222 said...

I do not get the Raquel appeal at all. I don't think she was that attractive; but mostly, my god: the woman can't act!

unless what i saw was an aberration. i just saw her in a cameo in, whatwasitnow, o yeah, "Bedazzled," the original (and far superior) version with Peter Cook and Dudley Moore. oh. my. god.

"I BROUGHT y'all something..."

(pause long enough to drive a truck through)


(frozen grimace which i guess is meant to be seductive, lurch-wiggle over to the bed...)

yeeeesh. one doesn't demand Royal Shakespeare Academy for such a role, i don't guess, but damn, i've seen better acting on free hotel cable pr0n.

belledame222 said...

whereas even in that excerpt from the DanORama montage, A-M:

"Please come back. I won't make a pass, I promise."

ohhh my wordies.

Kim said...

Oooh, I love that site!

I think my fave older actress, next to Marilyn of course, is Ursula Andress.

I admit I think Raquel is hottt stuff, but true, not a great actress.

belledame222 said...

I am realizing that while i am attracted to certain physical attributes, it's pretty rare that the whole package will hold my interest as a still image.

i am not saying "i must commune with their souulllll;" y'know, deep, here.

just saying--yeah. the facial expression, the gestures, the body language, the voice, the laugh--these are all big parts of physical attraction for me.

Chuckie K said...

Did you mean she is 60? Or just one 60s? For better or worse, she wan't my 60s.
But A-M has been on my mind recently. A co-worker who likes musicals a lot recently lent me the casrecording of Best Little Whorehouse in Texas featuring A-M. I marvelled at how I thought she was old and amaazing in Tommy. But I had been wrong. Now she is old and amazing.
Turner Classics recently showed The Cincinnati Kid and I accidentally watched it. the movie has two bad girls, the good bad girl and the bad bad girl. A-M was the bad bad girl. Power hungry, selfich, meanly manipulative, sexually aroused by dubious stimuli, like game cocks fighting to the bloody dath ("let's go out to the car right now!) She failed miserably. In place of perverse lust we got this big goofy grin. And the same generic "southern" accent she's still using in Whorehouse. Since I don't know her films at all, I got wondering if she does sexy with the heart of gold better than evil sexy. So I agree fully, she improved.
But gams and dancing? Give me Rita Hayworth. Or maybe it's just a Mexican versus Swede kind of thing.

belledame222 said...

Oh, yeah, i don't think she was you know like Uta Hagen. It was camp. -That- sixties. "Swinger" sixties. and yes, i know it wasn't the only one by a long shot.

but as icons go, i mean. particularly Gurl Pop icons. i mean, compare and contrast with, o say, Britney...or Madonna in her Pop-Tart days...

Rootietoot said...

oh yah...put Bettie Page up next to Madonna (in Sex) and see who wins. Incidentally, Bettie Page died recently.

It seems to me the so-called feminine sex symbols of today are too young and try too hard.

One of SD'sfav books features airplane nose art from ww2. all legs and big eyes peeping over their shoulder


Now THAT'S a sexy hourglass figure. :)

Today must be eye candy day. I was on Fastlad's site a bit ago and I notice that he posted a sexy photo of an Irish soccer player in his underthings. Yummy.

R. Mildred said...

it's pretty rare that the whole package will hold my interest as a still image.

Excuse me while I take your foolish use of the word "package" while describing the sexual appreciation of a still image as an opportunity to snigger.


belledame222 said...

o all right, OO ER MISSUS, huh, huh, huh...

yer so BASE

Chuckie K said...

And just remember, I don't mean anything I say. At least not that serious way.
Returning to Tommy for a moment, Ann-Margret in a body suit swimming in baked beans. It just doesn't get any better than that.
And while I'm on the subject, Who's these Britney and Madonna things? Culture did objectively stop in 1970. Or was that just me?

JackGoff said... hair

belledame222 said...

the baked beans, the body paint...the woman must've been a boon to splosh fetishists long before the term was even coined...

Chuckie K said...

Splosh? Oh man, and I just thought it was parodic sexy. In discussing with a friend some of the rad fem positions on appearances and politcally appropriate performance, we concurred that such precepts were an exercise in futility, because, to conder only one group withing the gender system, no matter how a women looks, dresses or acts, there is some man who is going to find it arousing. Now I appreciate how far I have yet to go in taking my own logic seriously and applying it consistently. Glad I wasn't planning on eating beans in the near future.