Love Letters to Old Hollywood

This is my second and final entry to the Second Annual Favorite TV Episode Blogathon. You can see my first post, focused an episode of I Love Lucy,here, and the other posts here.
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I was a little hesitant to make my second entry about Remington Steele. When I wrote about the show before (along with its siblings Hart to Hart and Moonlighting), the post fell with a resounding thud. I was hoping to find others who would geek out with me -- "Steele is so dreamy! David Addison is the best! Jennifer Hart didn't deserve to be a damsel so many times!" -- but it was to no avail. Despite that, I really wanted to try again with this blogathon. Maybe if I talk about one episode, it will inspire others to look the show up and then maybe I'll finally get my fan club. It's a long shot, I'm sure, but humor my delusions.

Last year was the first year I learned about blogathons, so I wound up missing a lot of great ones. One of those that I hated to find out I missed was the Favorite TV Episode Blogathon hosted by A Shroud of Thoughts, so imagine my joy when I discovered that it's been brought back this year. I'll be covering two different episodes, so check back in to see my second post. For the rest of the roster, you can click here.
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I was lucky enough in my childhood that I grew up with some great TV classics, thanks to Nick at Nite's impressive line-up. Happy Days, The Brady Bunch, Cheers, The Partridge Family, The Cosby Show (slightly embarrassing to say now), and more were an integral part of my evenings, cuddled up in my bed with just the glow of the TV going. The best of them all, though, was I Love Lucy. I couldn't wait for that theme music, with the heart on satin heralding the beginning of somet…

Not a day goes by that I don't thank the gods for Turner Classic Movies. Why? Because I get to find quiet gems like Slightly French. My eternal love for Don Ameche encouraged me to record this film one day, and I'll admit I was only expecting something that was just entertaining enough to pass 90 minutes without me checking my phone every few seconds. What I got both surprised and delighted me, a very fast-paced comedy with genuine laughs, good chemistry among its cast, and one damn good musical number. Most important of all, though, was that Slightly French gave me a better appreciation for Dorothy Lamour, an actress whose legacy seems to be comprised of wearing a sarong and running around with Bob Hope and Bing Crosby. Of course, that's a highly unfair way to look at Lamour's career, and Slightly French proves that the instant she comes on the screen.