Your opinion seems reasonable, but . . . What am I saying? You're Probably Right.
Brad Heffron
Here's a little hint: I include a personal antidote in each of my UrProbablyRight arguments. You'll learn I'm a pharmacist, and I wipe with my right hand. To explore the gap between those two extremes, get to reading. Check out my aptly named Self-Indulgence Page, too.
Post your answer in the LEAVE A COMMENT section below. I’m not the boss of you, though. Don’t write anything for all I care! We’re all having fun here; don’t go and ruin it.
. . .here are my thoughts.
Who sure knows how to ruin a good time?
If you desire a taste of the early days of moviemaking, might I recommend Babylon. The movie has all the Hollywood tropes of the 20s and 30s—on-screen and off. Drug and sex-filled parties begin shortly after filming wraps for the day, ending in time enough for a couple hours sleep before shooting the next morning. Shooting, here, taking on a dual meaning. During filming of a battle scene in Babylon, genuine spears were thrown, authentic guns were fired. Actors died. Seems Alec Baldwin was born a couple generations too late. Imagine the thrill Tom Cruise would have experienced performing his own stunts on these dangerous sets. Until he, too, inevitably died! Folks behind the cameras weren’t safe, either. Stage lights were as hot as ever, but talkies created a new danger since A/C and noisy fans could no longer be used to cool the sets. This was a recipe for heat-related deaths. And let’s not neglect the commonality of blackface in those early Hollywood days. Even a light-skinned Black man was forced to perform in blackface. In 1933, though, the Screen Actors Guild came along and ruined the good times.
