My theme will be ...
Give me a second...
Sublimation levels in the suggestion of testosteronic force as evidenced in the appearance of moustaches on leading men in narrative cinema ... through the ages.
To begin with we ought to bear in mind that cinema's emergence from the late nineteenth century featured moustachioed menfolk as a consequence of a century of intense facial creativity. The renactment below of classic Victorian sideboards is indicative:
Nevetheless, by the time cinema rolled around no one looked like that on screen. In fact the only people who did look like that were stalwarts of the industrious underclass attempting to prolong the industrial revolution through the fearless adoption of its style (evidenced below in this portrait of IK Brunel, which I -- quite seriously -- regard as the first modernist image):
Anyway, apart from melodrama villains the moustache was gone from the pre-war screen of dreams.
Then there was the war and the alphas all looked like this:
Kaiser Whilhelm anticipates his afterlife as a park statue |
Not goth enough?
Anyway, after the great slaughter, the world-wide reaction followed all avantguardist movements by adopting the name of the previous one and adding the word post. The Post-War moustache was for a time absent in reaction to the wartime. What does this have to do with movies?
Ivor Novello: actor of his age in a VERY early draft of Bowie's Aladin Sane cover art |
Edward VIII after a shave. |
Cary Grant who here knows something you don't know |
Re-enactment |
Ladies and gentlemen: the king of comedy! |
And ...
Chaplin's companion and frequent co-star, Paulette Goddard. Seen here because she's insanely beautiful |
Paulette again. Seen here because it's wrong not to include this still (also from Modern Times) when you've already put any other one up |
Where was I.....?
Oh! If you can imagine Iggy Pop covering a Jet song you know the great weight in Chaplin's cover version of Hitler's cover version of the iconic lip grub here:
Irony? The best film of this icon of silent cinema is his first talkie (or shoutie, or preachie...): The Great Dictator |
But then it was time to reconsider the lipgrub by making it distinctly non-Hitlerian:
Security means having your own floating nametag |
Robert Redford finds a name for his future film festival |
"John Holmes And the Bawd of Censors" |
Really, really, really clean |
Two men in love with the same tiny cardboard cutout they call Zandalee. |
So there you have it. ...... Look, it's Monday and I have a lot of uploading to do which leaves me a lot of time to tap this out between checks. And did you really expect this to be anything better than an extended plea for donations to my Movember effort? Come on!
Come aaaawwwwn! |
It's true, though, you really can donate HERE.
Thank you, thank you for your kind attention.
PJ
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