Straddling the fine line between interesting and just plain weird today, the idea that Donald Sutherland is Gwen (& Jake) Paltrow's father was born unto my Kingdom of Boredom.
For some reason I thought Blythe Danner and Donald Sutherland were in a movie together from the 70s, and in it was a scene where Danner takes her top off by a lake. I thought this was 1984 (the film based on the book), but looking it up, 1984 (which was actually released in 1984) stars John Hurt (as Winston) and Suzanna Hamilton (as Julia).
Danner's IMDB catalogs 100 roles exactly. Skimming summaries to match the scene bare breasted stuck in my head...I find Lovin' Molly?
Never heard of it.
"Two Texas farm boys...fight over the affections of the beautiful and headstrong Molly Taylor, who refuses to marry either of them." Anthony Perkins and Beau Bridges... Interesting.
(Wouldn't this work great today in the 2014 feminist film market? We'd take it out of Texas...put it in New York...replace farm boys with...chefs! And the lady could be an unruly restaurant critic, hmm, no, an ebullient/noncommittal food photographer! For Bon Appétit! The chefs could work in restaurants across the street from each other! Could we please put Joel Edgerton in this?!)
Back to the Lovin' Molly IMDB, I get to its trivia and its one-and-only post: "During a production lunch break, screenwriter Stephen J. Friedman spotted a hippie vagrant mooching from the food line, and threw him out. That hippie, Tobe Hooper, then wandered into Austin where he filmed The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974), and completed it before Lovin' Molly was even released."
Hey, Stephen J -- Harvard grad/former movie lawyer for Paramount and Columbia studios who struck gold with The Last Picture Show -- hate hippies much?
I know plenty of liberals who would would have negative things to say about that story, wealth, entitlement, blah, blah...and it just so happens most of them live in Austin.
There's hardly an uglier scene to me than people trying to prove how smart they are through politics. Bitching about ideologies. Wanna change the world? Try tossing all the trash on the floorboards of your car first. Even better: stop letting your mom talk trash to your face. Toss your complexes. Make a random baby smile.
(*hacks up her coconut water* who's the hippie now...)
I can still vaguely remember a dream with Donald Sutherland in it...from over a decade ago. 1) it was a musical, 2) a spiraling whirlpool was involved...inside a metal watershed and 3) two icy blue eyes meeting mine, melting into the mushiest part of my brain forever.