Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts

Thursday, August 27, 2009

early 80s fashions, elderly Cajun style (and some Yankees)
















Ken Burns' documentary "Huey Long" seems like an unlikely place to find great American vintage style (though Long was a dapper gentleman himself), but Burns' 1985 documentary captures a time and place that has since disappeared- and not just the Kingfish. The folks that he interviewed had a unique style that took me back to my own childhood in Louisiana- a unique and particular style that has since vanished. The landed Southern aristocrats he interviewed looked the part, as did they journalists, historians, and Cajuns.

I haven't been back to Louisiana much in the past years, but I suspect that the Wal-Martificiation of America has also not left Sportsman's Paradise unscathed. The folks have long past as has a unique part of America and American history.

Friday, June 19, 2009

why the hell did Cameron wear a Gordie Howe Detroit Red Wings sweater in Ferris Bueller's Day Off?


It's absolutely undeniable that Ferris Bueller's Day Off rules despite two nearly ruinous errors- the fact that they spend the day at a Flubs game, which I can get over because it is a school day and the White Sox weren't playing many day games at the time, and the fact that Cameron inexplicably wears a fucking Red Wings sweater instead of the Blackhawks' classic Indian Head. Totally unexceptable. The Hawks were actually pretty good at the time, finishing first in the good old black and blue Norris Division for the 1985-1986 season.

Well, inexplicable until recently; Gordie Howe was recently interviewed on Sports Illustrated.com and revealed this chestnut:

May 15, Sports Illustrated: SI.com: I was watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off the
other day and your jersey was on the screen the whole time since Ferris' friend
Cameron is wearing it. I was wondering if you knew that your jersey would be a
part of the movie.
Howe: Oh yeah, I sent them the jersey. They asked me for
the jersey and I sent it out. It was nice seeing the No. 9 on the big screen. I
had a lot of proud moments in that jersey

WTF? Why did "they" ask for a Wings jersey? No self-respecting true Chicagoan would be count dead in a Wings jersey. Surely we would have been pummelled in the streets by angry tomahawk wielding Hawks fans. Hell, Ferris should have pulled it over his head and delivered a series of punishing haymakers.

For shame, John Hughes.