Showing posts with label Lauren Bacall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lauren Bacall. Show all posts

Saturday, May 5, 2018

Regarding Infinity War: I have discovered that the location of the final infinity stone, as well as the manner for obtaining the gem which will create incredible (perhaps infinite) power, is a matter of extreme importance to many. Nevertheless, it holds no interest for me. I've outgrown super hero movies; I don't intend to see this one.

I did recently get to see a movie that I enjoyed again: Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall in The Big Sleep. I have to admit that remembering this movie while I was writing Smoke helped me to establish some of the texture for the novel, including the jabs about the main character's height. The other movies and books that were helpful included The Maltese Falcon, This Gun for Hire with Alan Ladd and Veronica Lake, The Big Heat with Glenn Ford and Gloria Grahame, and My Favorite Brunette with Bob Hope and Dorothy Lamour.


This scene from The Big Sleep of Marlowe and Vivian's first meeting differs significantly from the first meeting between Noah and Monica, the main characters from Smoke, but there are some similarities.

I must admit to some disappointment that sales of Smoke have not yet skyrocketed. I suppose that I have no one to blame but myself for the lack of marketing that I have done. I recently read that social media is an extremely poor marketing tool. I'm looking into other possible tools. In the meantime, I've read up to the current point of my sequel to Justice in Season so that I can finish it. I hope to have the sequel available by the end of the year. I have to confess that I really enjoyed reading the manuscript to the current point. Is it terribly shallow and narcissistic to admit that I think I'm my favorite author? Links to my books are at the top of the page.

I did get to see the first episode of Philip Marlowe: Private Eye. I clicked some screen shots. I'll put them in another post.


Saturday, March 10, 2018

Smoke is finished! ...and Secret of The Incas - recap and review

Smoke is finished! I sat down this morning and wrapped it up. It's a bittersweet pill, completing this work. I put a lot into it, and enjoyed every bit of it.


Of course, I still have to do the cover (for which I need someone to give me a cigarette to use; part of the cover photo will feature diaphanous tendrils coiling upward from the cancer stick), and have it proofread, and complete the formatting...but the creation, the writing, the assembly of the monster is complete; the rest is just connecting the wires and calling down the lightning. I'll be treading on the wafting ether for a few days contemplating the completion of the endeavor.

The book is inspired by the likes of The Big Sleep, The Maltese Falcon, This Gun for Hire, and a slew of others, including My Favorite Brunette. Bogey would have been a great choice to play the protagonist; Alan Ladd might have been an even better choice. Some other time, I'll think about living actors who might play the roles of my characters.
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Before I finished the Smoke wrap up, I treated myself to The Secret of The Incas. You can find the basic dope on it here.
Here's my recap and review.





It is the tale of the search for a fabulous golden disc encrusted with jewels. 
We meet Charlton Heston as Harry Steele, a sort of tour guide, returning tourists to the airport via a car that looks like a camp trailer running on the railroad tracks.

He tells the future Mrs. Cunningham, “Money sings, and I love music.” He asks a man at the airport about any private planes that have arrived. None. But he’ll keep asking.

Uncle Billy, now going by the name of Ed Morgan, is learning to shoot pool, perhaps in hopes of paying off the Savings and Loan debt. He tells Harry about a new exhibit, an Inca stone carving…with a missing corner. 

Morgan sends a man with a special present after Harry following their conversation. 

Harry drops, unscathed. He finds the shooter’s location, and races over while the shooter is trying to get packed and flee. He gives the guy a heaping helping of knuckle sandwich. Shooter promptly admits that Morgan sent him, but not to kill, only to scare him. Harry relieves Shooter of the money Morgan paid him, and breaks his rifle. Then Harry rushes to have a little tete-a-tete with Morgan. Morgan wants Harry to take him as a partner in finding the lost Inca treasure. Harry refuses. Still, Morgan has a client lined up for Harry. 

Harry takes his corner piece to the museum and matches it to the new exhibit. The exhibit is supposed to show the way to the tombs of the rulers of Machu Pichu. 


It’s at the museum that the new client makes her appearance…only to disappear quickly


The museum keeps an interesting item in a safe; it's a small sunburst which is like a much larger one--the fabulous jewel encrusted disc lost to the Incas four centuries earlier, and which is the object of Harry’s search. 

Mystery girl shows up again. She’s looking for Harry, 

but mistakes this Green Acres refugee for him. 

Her name is Elena Antonescu, and she’s an escapee from Romania. She wants to get to the USA. She’s wanted in La Paz, Bolivia. She only has $50; Harry tells her, “The wheels just don’t turn for fifty bucks.” When she goes all sad, Harry tells her it is a very good act. She says, “It usually works.” Harry seems interested when she talks about a guy with a plane named Marcu (the guy is Marcu, not the plane); Marcu is after her. Harry makes a call to Marcu. Harry tells Elena that Marco will be there tomorrow. He told Marcu about Elena, so that he would come with his plane. She is bait for Harry to get the plane. 


Harry is at the airport the next day. He orders fuel for the plane as it lands. Marcu, who has avoided the Russian front in the guise of General Burkhalter, is anxious to find Elena, and willing to pay. He tries to persuade Elena to go back with him. Harry knocks out Marcu, and instructs Elena to sneak into his room and get the keys to the plane.

Morgan again presses Harry for the corner stone. Harry refuses. Elena gets the key, and they depart for the airport. They sneak into the airport; Harry throws a stone through a window to draw the guards away. They get the plane and takeoff before the guards can catch them. So far, it all seems too easy. I think there’s going to be a plot complication. Nope—but that was too easy. 

They land, but not at an airport. Harry won’t say where, exactly, but it’s about 10 miles from where he’s going. At this point, I notice that Elena is still wearing the same clothes in which she arrived, even though she has a suitcase, and she had been down to wearing only a slip the night before. Maybe those are just good traveling clothes. While Harry gets a cached rubber raft, she changes clothes??. They float down the river.


That night at the fire. He tells her to wear heavier socks the next day. They’re going to Machu Pichu. But she wants to go to Mexico. She pretends to be cold, which, of course, leads to this:

Are they in love, or just using one another to achieve their own ends?  More importantly, did anyone bring any mouthwash, or deodorant?


 In the morning, they’re still Machu Pichu bound—a journey almost entirely in the vertical. When they arrive, Harry is surprised to find someone else already there. They are greeted by Pointy Hat (aka Michael Pate, known for playing bad guys, and ethnic types). 
Pointy Hat introduces them to Marcus Welby who certainly has the attitude that he knows best. He’s Stanley Moorhead, the leader of this archeological expedition, which also includes a general from the Peruvian government. It seems that they’re working in the very tomb where Harry expects to find the fabulous jewel encrusted gold disc.

When Pointy Hat’s sister, Kori-Tica, observes that Harry has a “very grave face,” meaning he is not to be trusted, a liar, or a thief, Harry tells Elena that he knows who he is, and that he can live with that. Harry has also sabotaged the radio so that the expedition won’t be apprised of their status as fugitives. 


The sister of Pointy Hat, who follows the old ways—i.e., she’s the Ruk of Machu Pichu (See, “What Are Little Girls Made Of?” S1 E7 for those of you playing along at home)--makes an offering to a princess mummy (the Mamakunu) already removed from the tomb. She sings a song that begins with what sounds like someone playing the handsaw and gradually reaches the weird-but-recognizably-human range, before going completely cackling hen on mushrooms and helium. If it really is Yma Sumac performing the music, she must be a trained opera diva with a range that goes from the moon to the bottom of the Marianas Trench. Harry takes advantage of the distraction to check out the tomb on his own. He swipes a mirror-like piece that seems to go with his corner stone. 


Finally, the much anticipated plot complication arrives in the form of Morgan. He lets Harry know that he’s now chairman of the board, and that Marcu didn’t make any report about the stolen plane.


Elena compares Harry to Morgan, and tells Harry, “For a tall man, you’re the smallest man I ever met.” The comment makes Harry re-evaluate himself.

Pointy Hat’s sister does another number, which sounds at first like she's doing a Louis Armstrong imitation; then it goes from saw and helium to barking dog. Of course there’s also some native dancing.

Dr. Morehead asks Elena to marry him. She doesn’t give him an answer…realizing she loves Harry (I suppose--because California isn't known for apples, and Abraham Lincoln didn't cut down the cherry tree).
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The expedition opens the main tomb. It appears that the golden sunburst is merely a carving in stone; there is no fabulous gold disc--The Inca's Greatest Hits were just a myth. The natives take it hard. Harry thinks that perhaps Elena can take the sunburst’s place, at least in his heart. She turns him down, and Harry announces that he’ll leave in the morning. 


That night, Harry goes into the tomb. Morgan follows secretly. All Indiana Jones-like (before Indiana Jones), Harry finds the sunburst. Morgan has a rule against members of his party trying to abscond with all the treasure and XPs. He has Harry put the disc into a bag. Pointy Hat interrupts. A gunshot, a scuffle. Morgan knocks down both Pointy Hat and Harry. He runs from the tomb. Harry is out. Pointy Hat rouses the natives. Morgan plugs a native, but the rest keep after him. He’s finally out of bullets, and almost out of options. Somehow  he manages to elude the natives. Back at the expedition HQ, it seems that they can’t find Morgan or Harry.

Harry does find Morgan (they join up and go on to act in Dragnet and MASH—no). Morgan is played out; altitude and age have stolen his vitality; besides, disappointing Jimmy Steward on Christmas Eve really took a toll on him. Morgan delivers a nice little soliloquy about age and gravity as Harry wrests the disc from him. In the struggle, gravity, unmoved by the soliloquy, seizes Morgan and deals most unkindly with him, bouncing him against every crag sticking from the mountain's otherwise sheer face.

Harry takes the disc back to the expedition HQ; he hands the disc to Pointy Hat. This joyous event calls for more oxygen gargling from the diva.


A long engagement is in the works as Harry and Elena leave. He gives her a gold trinket that “must have fallen in my pocket” until he can get her a ring. He’s changed, but not entirely. 

It's not Heston's best work, but it is a treasure. It was nice to see the actors that I had known as a kid from other shows. Yma Sumac's singing was impressive, but seemed designed to show the range of her talent rather than to be enjoyed. I was disappointed that we didn't get more plot complications back in Cuzco where the film started; the plane theft seemed too easily accomplished...and yet, I still like it.

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Bogey, Bacall, Books, and Basketball

A humorous observation occurred to me this afternoon. Thinking of it made me smile. I knew that I would have to include it with my post tonight.

I would...if I could remember it. Trust me. It was very funny. 

The other thing that made me laugh recently was watching To Have and Have Not when Lauren Bacall's character Slim says, "I'll don't think I'll ever be angry again at anything you say." I think the smile we see from Bogey's character Harry is genuine, not mere acting. Her mockery of the other pretty woman in the movie is very good. I laughed out loud.


I will have more to say about that very enjoyable movie at a later day. For now, I liked it. I was reminded not only of Casa Blanca, but also of The Maltese Falcon, and Beat the Devil.

Some corrections to Justice in Season have finally been posted to Amazon. There were a number of minor-but-annoying errors in the book, including one in the very first paragraph. What was the cause of such stupidity? How were egregious errors tolerated and posted in the original? I have a theory about that. A good friend did proof read the manuscript for me. I implemented the proof reading corrections indicated. Unfortunately, I had a couple copies of the manuscript on the computer. The copy that I had originally posted to Amazon was not the one that I had corrected. I believe that I deleted the corrected version right after I posted the Amazon version. I finally went back through the manuscript and corrected most, if not all of those errors.



You can get your copy of Justice in Season here: Justice in Season 

Here's an excerpt from the beginning of chapter XIV:

Upton’s gunshot boomed.

Both horses leaped forward. Fredericksburg, with McBride hanging on his side, bucked and leaped forward again. McBride held to the reins and front of the saddle. When the horse leaped the second time, McBride bounced himself up from the ground with his free leg, grabbed the saddle with his right hand and swung onto the back of the bay. Immediately the horse began swerving to the side. Fool’s Gold already led by two lengths. Quickly, McBride righted himself in the saddle, leaning forward. Fredericksburg straightened out and maintained Fool’s Gold lead at three lengths.

The James Blossom Store, specializing in boots, shoes, hats, clothing, dry goods, groceries, hardware, and mining equipment at low cash prices passed by quickly on McBride’s right as he left Main Street behind him. He could hear the spectators roaring and cursing. His attention remained fixed upon the actions of the locomotive between his knees; here was pure power and McBride could sense the horse’s strength and vigor from his toes right up to his teeth. ...

Text copyright © 2013 Stanley Wheeler
All Rights Reserved


The exciting sequel, Justice Resurgent, remains incomplete pending the completion of my humorous mystery novel, Smoke. The latter is nearly complete; it currently stands at over eighty-thousand words. I had anticipated completion at that number of words, but it looks like another three or four thousand will be required to bring this very fun story to its conclusion. It will be available in early 2018.

For a little light fantasy that both young and old can appreciate, try Finding Jack - Book One - The Orb



Finally, I watched a great basketball game on Tuesday night. It was the girls' JV game. Some may disagree, but I think the girls' games at this level are much more entertaining than the boys' games. The shooting is about 15-30% from the field. You never know what's going to happen next, or even where the ball is going...and the players don't seem to know either. It's pure fun: like roller skaters on ice, with unicorns, balloons, pandas, sloths, a swarm of wasps, and a self-aware ball all playing a different game in the same location.

The home team had fallen behind, but were gradually making up the deficit as the last two minutes bled from the clock. They finally tied it up, then fell behind by three. Finally, with about a second and a half left on the clock, the home team, down by three points, had the ball out of bounds at their own basket. After the timeout, they threw the ball in-bounds to a player who usually held the ball for 6-8 seconds before doing anything with it. This time, she turned and then quickly turned back to pass the ball to the girl who had just come in bounds. This girl, who I believe was the leading scorer, immediately shot from the corner outside of the three-point line as time expired. The shot, the only three-pointer attempted that night, arced high before coming down to pass through the basket. The game went to overtime. 

I wish I could say that the home team triumphed in the overtime...