Marie Wilson
Bio
Harper Collins published my novel "The Gorgeous Girls". My feature film screenplay "Sideshow Bandit" has won several awards at film festivals. I have a new feature film screenplay called "A Girl Like I" and it's looking for a producer.
Stories (86/0)
Straight Down the Line: Into Film Noir
1. “She looked like a very special kind of dynamite wrapped in nylon and silk.” - Robert Young in They Won’t Believe Me (1947). This flick is one of the few noirs that features an homme fatale (Young). Susan Hayward & Jane Greer are his dupes. James Latimer penned the script from Gordon McDonell's story. Irving Pichel directed. And Harry J Wild was the DP.
By Marie Wilson2 days ago in Humans
Straight Down the Line: Into Film Noir
Crime Wave (1954) was directed by Andre De Toth & scripted by Crane Wilbur. Despite some gaping holes (what do you expect for a B picture shot in 13 days?) there’s much to love here: b&w 1950s Los Angeles, Sterling Hayden’s fast, clipped verbiage, Tim Carey as the usual nut job. And Jay Novello as the perpetually-sozzled, disgraced doctor turned compassionate veterinarian. Novello usually played nervous little guys with a comic edge but here, thanks to De Toth’s penchant for casting against type, he really brings depth to this beleaguered underworld sawbones.
By Marie Wilson4 days ago in Geeks
Muffs
Muffs were a fashion accessory from the old days. Really, they were. These “nests” or “little barrels”, as they were called, were made of sable or skunk or musquash (aka muskrat) among other materials. First called a snuffkin, skimskyn or snoskyn in England, they kept the hands of fine ladies cozy from as early as the 15th century. Sometimes these charming hand warmers did double duty and carried a latchkey, a tiny dog, or a pistol (at least in novels and movies, they did).
By Marie Wilson7 days ago in Styled
Brando
As Don Corleone in The Godfather (1973) he stuffed wads of toilet paper into his mouth and reportedly read cue cards. As Paul in Last Tango in Paris (1972), he mooned snobby ballroom dancers and buttered Maria Schneider up. In The Teahouse of the August Moon (1956) he turned Japanese (!) while as Sky Masterson in Guys and Dolls (1955) he crooned softly into Jean Simmons's ear (by his own admission he couldn't sing, but sound editors patched together all his efforts, making it sound like he could).
By Marie Wilson8 days ago in Humans
- Top Story - April 2024
The Squall
As I open the old journal, an aroma flutters from its pages - not mold, not must, but love gone sour, the ripe odour of hate. Yet the book seems untouched: its pages as white and pristine as the snow falling outside. Riffling, I glimpse his scrawl in the middle, and there it is: the stench of his inky invectives.
By Marie Wilson3 months ago in Fiction
This Crazy Tumble
“Only connect", the novelist EM Forster wrote. His character (Margaret in Howard's End) was suggesting a union of "passion and prose" (or the inner and outer life), but those two words - only connect - have become a rallying cry for the 21st century, expressing the importance of people relating to one another in an increasingly fragmented world.
By Marie Wilson3 months ago in Writers