jack as baxter

well, its been a week, and i still don't seem to be completely 'over' my crush on an mid-'60's jack lemmon. i probably don't even have to say it, but this is a shot from the academy award winning picture, 'the apartment,' co-starring shirley maclaine. here shirley is, as fran, appointing jack's (baxter's) jacket with a flower from her own lapel. through elevator conversation, she learned he had a big job interview... which could possibly lead to a big promotion. not only does she lend him a flower, she also cares enough to deliver some advice that's far more vital when it comes to making a good first impression... right before the elevator doors slide shut, she instructs him: "...and wipe your nose." if you haven't seen this movie, you owe it to yourself to watch it again. upon several viewings, i realize the content must've been pretty scandalous when it was released in... 1961, i think? i mean, it deals with topics such as adultery, lies, class discrimination, sexism, suicide, sex, and love. notable in the supporting cast? ray walston (...mr. Hand!) as one of the corporate Yes Men.

jack

i've been having strange dreams lately. in them, i'm romantically involved with a mid-60's jack lemmon. although i've always been a fan, i have no idea why. i haven't traditionally thought of him as a sex symbol. but for some reason, he seems intent on finding me when i sleep and getting me to make out with him. yes, crazy, i know. so i went diving for some pictures last night; looking for some that seem to represent what he looks like in my dreams. this picture was pretty damn close. so jack, wherever you are, you may smile knowing a girl who was born in '72 is asleep somewhere, having erotic dreams about you. in my opinion, there is no actor alive that is better than you were. hopelessly drunk or sassily in drag; clearing your sinuses or straining spaghetti with a tennis racquet, you are an American treasure, and you never fail to move me. thanks, jack. (and maybe i'll see you tonight...??)

jack, serious

i can't ever remember not liking jack lemmon. i also can't remember a time in my life when i wasn't aware of him. somewhere along the years, i fell in love with him. he's got it all. style, talent, humor, and unexpected sexiness. in movies like 'the apartment' and 'the china syndrome' he was so foxy i couldn't stop myself from what it must've been like to know him romantically. (wow, that sounds really flaky, but whatever.) and in 'some like it hot,' he's a perfect example of a comic-relief part that gets laughs without losing his dignity or class. that couldn't have been easy to do. i heard a lot of his leading ladies were crazy about him. i think he was infinitely sexier than cary grant. don't get me wrong, cary grant is excellent, but i can't remember him ever 'turning me on.' i think i can honestly say i've never once wondered about taking cary grant's shirt off. or thought about kissing him. but i have thought similar things about jack lemmon. he's just a treasure. and in this shot? woof! i think need to juice up that time machine again. sigh.