Sunday, December 16, 2012
A little in love
James Stewart. I grew up believing he was stammering old man, a fixture on Johnny Carson's couch. But then I discovered his films of the late 1930s and 1940s and was enchanted. An authentic, sensitive, quintessentially American man. His persona took on darker hues as he grew older and made riskier movies (the Hitchcock films and Anatomy of a Murder). He was good then, too. But for me, this represents The Golden Age of Jimmy Stewart.