I hope you all had a great time ringing in the end of the Ought Decade.
Anything you “ought” to have done in the last ten years that you just didn’t get around to? Yeah, me too. But that’s ok.. that’s what these next ten years are for right?
Anyway, I wanted to share what I did on New Years Eve. I watched
I kid you not.
This 1938 classic (produced by the Navy) tells the all too familiar (now…but I’m sure it was all brand new back then) story of a young country girl who is seduced by the bright lights of the city… ends up in the classic casting couch moment… gets the dreaded Syphilis and then ushers in the end of times.
Well no, but she does manage to return to her finance and infect not only him but their baby. The baby is deformed 9or something) and the husband goes blind and then dies. Our heroine goes crazy and there is a suggestion of suicide by poison at the end.
An uplifting cautionary tale to be sure.
Of course what made this movie funny and not tragic was the classic 1938-ness of it all… the bad editing, the even worse acting, the burlesque that looked more like group aerobics, the lesbian subplot that got dropped 20 minutes in and never got resolved, and of course the very serious cartoon warnings that Women Who Drink Are Floozy Disease Factories who will end up Crippled, Insane, or DEAD!
There were also cartoon genitalia that had sticking resemblance to things normally associated with disco… glowing, strobing, flashing lights…
So there you have it… New Years Eve was spent with old friends and new sipping cocktails and laughing at the hysterical sex propaganda of the late 30s.
Does it get any better than that?