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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Why do 1940's Assholes Win?

I curled up in bed last night, flicked through the television stations, and settled on a showing of 1942's My Gal Sal. I love old movies, but this one pissed me off. I just don't get how Paul Dresser up and left the beautiful carnival girl to chase down the admittedly amazing and even more beautiful Sally Elliot (Rita Hayworth, HOT).

I think if the story were written today, Dresser would have ended up going back and saving the carnival girl. Instead, he lets her save him, nurse him, employ him, love him... then he lies to her just before he leaves her behind to seek greener pastures. And then, in the end, Dresser gets the super-star Sal and lives happily ever after. Which he absolutely did not deserve. And what became of the carnival girl?