For some reason it seems my movie watching runs oddly thematically. Not profound themes, mind you. But they seem to have something or someone in common. Recently, it appears to be Joan Crawford.
I’ve never cared one way or another about her; I neither like nor dislike her. But suddenly, there she was in Grand Hotel and then in Mildred Pierce (which, by the way, is a great movie).
A little while ago it seemed I was suddenly watching Cary Grant (The Awful Truth, Topper, Father Goose and so on. At another time, it was Barbara Stanwyck.
I find it very puzzling. What does the universe have in mind?
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