Sunday, January 11, 2009
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
In 1958, long, long before I was born, the extremely beautiful Elizabeth Taylor and painfully handsome Paul Newman joined the man who would later tell me the story of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and sing me songs like The Lollipop Tree, to make a little movie called Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.
And 51 years later, curled up in pajamas on a Sunday afternoon with my husband and my dogs, I laughed and cried and pondered the meaning of mendacity and Southern society. Together we explored questions of faithfulness, illness, homosexuality and greed. We admired Ms. Taylor’s glorious gams and Mr. Newman’s beautiful blue eyes. We lost ourselves in Southern hospitality.
I love old movies!
The brilliant playwright, Tennessee Williams, had the good sense to let us fill in our own blanks and the Hollywood Production Code kept it nice and clean for us. I have an overactive imagination, and I appreciate books, plays and films that appreciate that about me!
This film, without a shadow of a doubt, triumphantly stands the test of time!