in love again

It's no big deal, just a crush I've been carrying since I was about 19 years old... So that's about the last 12 years of my life. Ultimately, I must immortalize this beloved on my skin, right? Right. I need a Greta Garbo tattoo. A big one. One so big that it takes up my entire back or stomach complete with snowflakes, a Swedish flag and lots and lots of twirly ribbons.

I know the first time I saw Miss G was in "Grand Hotel" at the Laemmle Theaters on Sunset. I woke up super early to hit up their Garbo festival and of course, at 10 a.m. on a Saturday morning, there weren't many people there. So I had her almost, just about, all to myself. I think this is what Bob Seger was talking about when he sang "born with a face that would let her get away..."

Then when I saw her in "Conquest" at the Tuesday matinee at LACMA, that was even more surreal. When she appeared on the square screen, the audience made up of geriatrics and one-foot-in-the-gravers gasped. I mean, they literally gasped. Breaths were held and eyes didn't blink. I heard it and saw it. I seriously doubt any actress will EVER be able to ellicit that kind of response from an audience ever again. I just won't happen.

I do love her so. It pains me so that such worthless pieces of digital crap like "50 First Dates" and Olsen Twin shit stories are available on dvd but priceless celluloid movies like hers aren't. There are some missing titles from her catalog of films that aren't available at all for sale. And yes, I am waiting anxiously for those jerks at MGM to realize what they have in their vaults and release it. Or is it Ted Turner that sits upon that throne of black and white paradise?