Movie night and a lovely evening for another stroll through Poverty Row; the low-budget side of Hollywood.
Asian detectives were plentiful and standard fare for movie-goers in the 30’s and 40’s. They remain so today for me. Charlie Chan (either Warner Oland or Sidney Toler), Peter Lorre’s Mr. Moto, and Boris Karloff as Mr. Wong are all welcome to solve my homicidal conundrums. All of those actors are improbable, occasionally silly, and delightful. None of them of course are actually Asian…go figure. But then, the last Pad Thai we ordered was of dubious ethnicity now that I think of it.
The Mystery of Mr. Wong (1939) offers us all that foolishness in big servings;
- Our Asian detective is played by an Englishman with a Russian-sounding name. Oh yeah…I’m buyin’ that.
- Thrilling quote #1; “Then it was deliberate murder.” (Is there really any other kind?)
- Thrilling quote #2; “He’s absolutely trustworthy, completely devoted to me.” (I’d be slappin’ the cuffs on him pronto.)
- Boris Karloff’s make-up looks more like it’s from Madame Tussaud’s than Nanking.
- Thrilling quote #3; “You know something, but you hold your tongue in more than one language.” (I know there’s wisdom in there somewhere but it plumb evades me.)
- The clock strikes three a.m. in the film, but when Mr. Wong emerges from his bedroom at the police detective’s summons, he’s wearing his dressing gown and a perfectly knotted tie. Classy. Of questionable sleeping hygiene, but definitely classy.
- The McGuffin in this flick is “The Eye of the Daughter of the Moon” – not quite as catchy as “The Maltese Falcon”.
I loved it.
A friend of mine had an epiphany recently. He dolefully claims he now knows he’s a codger. He’s a smart guy who’s picking up on the hints; knee replacement, triple bypass …the mirror in his bathroom.
Good for him for being so perceptive.
What about the rest of us? How will we know when codgerdom assumes control?
I see all these surveys on Facebook and what they promise to tell me about myself. No disrespect, but I don’ need no stinkin’ surveys, especially ones powered by my birth month and the first letter of my second dog’s name.
I can make my own survey.
Here is a Lexington Geezer Survey and I invite you to take it. If you do, I’ll be happy to evaluate your response using the same scientific protocols currently being used to determine charge/blocking calls in college basketball – I’ll guess wildly.
Be honest now…because…well…why not?
Also feel very free to relate stories, rationales, and/or pertinent limericks to enhance your response.
Seriously, you don’t really have to be honest about this nonsense…because…well…who cares? And nobody’s fact-checking.
Lexington Geezers, here’s your chance to demonstrate if you’re a real “Nighthawk Special” or merely a “Tabletopper” (extra credit for understanding those references).
- Just to get it out of the way right away and establish a base line; choose – Ginger or Mary Ann?
- It’s 2am Sunday morning and you’ve dropped off your date; choose – Jerry’s on North Broadway or Southland Drive?
- More nuanced questions; choose – Warner Oland or Sidney Toler? Sean Connery or Daniel Craig?
- The Ben Ali or the Strand?
- The best Felix Leiter; choose – Norman Burton, Bernie Casey, David Hedison, Cec Linder, Jack Lord, Rik Van Nutter, or Jeffrey Wright? Good grief!
- Did you ever attempt the “Steak for Two” at Columbia’s by yourself? How many drinks do you remember having had that evening?
- The best Bond girl; choose – Ursula Andress, Daniela Bianchi, or Ursula Andress…or Ursula Andress?
- Artie Kay or Billy Love?
- The Torqués, the Mag 7…or…the Mercy Men?
- And for more extra credit – a) Did you ever get a 9-cent banana split from those balloons at Woolworth’s? And b) Do you think they really existed? If you answered yes to “a”, I hate you. If you answered yes to “b”, I have a bridge I’d like sell you.
Knock yourself out!
Or should I say; “Sock it to me!”