I accidentally kicked the cat when I went out to fetch the paper in the dark. She still hasn't realized that I don't have her night vision. My punishment was an hour of the kitty sulks, featuring very pointed refusals to acknowledge my presence. Eventually she got hungry and decided that I was acceptable company once more.
Flipping around the TV dial, I stumbled on the beginning of a 1930 melodrama called The Truth About Youth which was on TCM this morning. I was quite flabbergasted when, in one of the early scenes, Loretta Young enters the scene wearing what I can only consider the most subliminally obscene costume I've ever seen in a movie. It was a dress with a penis!
It was a fabric penis, of course, but it grew directly from the crotch of the dress, and was even surmounted by a bit of dark, dense ruffle which suggested nothing other than pubic hair. The penis itself, dense near the crotch, gave way to a mass of sheer cloth that was rather tassel-like, and extended down to the hem of the dress. It was an astonishing sight, made more astonishing by the fact that, otherwise, the dress was of a quite ordinary type for the period. There also appeared to be a running gay gag about three of the male characters in the movie. I didn't watch the whole thing, despite its campy appeal, as I had other things to do. If it's ever on again, when I have more time, I might watch the whole thing. I have no doubt that the script was truly terrible, though.
Continuing: Just when I thought that Michael Brown had no talent whatsoever for anything at all, it turns out that he knows how to pad a resume.
I have another new LJ icon... for me to poop on!