I was at a screening of The Dukes of Hazzard and walked out after an hour. It was terrible, but not as bad as you'd think it'd be (but still terrible, you know? Don't see it). I wanted to catch Suspicion, which was playing on the National Mall on the big outdoor screen.
Why bother to talk about these movies in the same breath? They're both stinkers. Sure, one's a Hitchcock, the other's the latest trash remake from Hollywood. One's got Cary Grant and Joan Fontaine, the other's got Jessica Simpson and her exquisitely trashy breasts and buttocks. Both aren't very good.
Even now I struggle to find a purpose for this post. Is it just the novelty of regarding Fontaine and Simpson side by side, so close together? They're both ingenues, I guess, though Simpson is no actress. Both are blonde, pretty, popular. Fontaine is still alive, in her late 80s, living in Carmel. Completely out of the spotlight, a la Johnny Carson. I wonder if Simpson will someday retreat to some mansion on the outskirts of Los Angeles.
Or whether we'll even remember her, as I do Fontaine now, decades after her retirement.