#high comedy

[reachexceedinggrasp]

It costs zero dollars for boring people to not post their disapproval of the existence of interesting ships in the ship tags, I'm just saying. Complain elsewhere, insult shippers in the same three ways we've been insulted since time immemorial in the privacy of a themarysue article as is tradition.

[masterwords]

Dharma and Greg 5x14 | Near-Death of a Salesman

[newyorkthegoldenage]

The Philadelphia Story, 1939

On March 28, 1939, Philip Barry’s high comedy The Philadelphia Story opened on Broadway. Barry wrote the play with Katharine Hepburn in mind. Hepburn had been a star in Hollywood, but by 1938 several of her films had flopped and she was regarded as “box office poison.” Broadway had no such prejudices. Hepburn was so eager to do the play that she backed it financially and waived a salary, settling for 25% of the profits.

Barry met with the actress, studied her mannerisms, and obtained her input. Her background, too, was similar to that of Tracy Lord, her character in the play, who was based on a friend of Barry’s.

Also in the cast were Shirley Booth and newcomers Joseph Cotten and Van Heflin. The play was a big hit and ran for over 400 performances, more than recompensing Hepburn for her decision to forego a salary (she reportedly earned $500,000 from the play).

Hollywood was now happy to welcome Katharine Hepburn back, and the play was made into a movie after the Broadway run ended. Cary Grant and James Stewart took the roles played in New York by Cotten and Heflin.

Above: Van Heflin as Macauley Conner (Mike), Shirley Booth as Liz Imbrie, and Katharine Hepburn as Tracy Lord.

Above: Hepburn and Joseph Cotten (as C.K. Dexter Haven).

Joseph Cotten, Van Heflin, Katharine Hepburn, and Frank Fenton (as George Kitteridge).

All photos: Vandamm via MCNY

[daincrediblegg]

Character Development

[enemy-to-the-state]

that one malcolm in the middle episode where malcolm and reese are both convinced the other is gay is so funny to me because it’s like

[binch-i-might-be]

o sleep, my dearest friend turned foe, why dost thou have forsaken me?

[thegirlwhowatchedthewinslowboy]

[thirtyfouryearslater]

karate dads have been sublimating for 34 years and now there’s a body count