I don't know how I missed him, and I don't know where I'd fit him in; look at my list and you'll see my dilemma.
But you missed another of my personal all-time-list from yesteryear too ...*scowls*
Je comprends bien
BTW heres another (but far lesser known in mainstream) movie I grew up with in younger years:
You ever seen this one Joe? Frankie does a solid performance in it.
Coming to think of it, it was the way I first learned about the differences and eventual mid-war fissure in the original 2 axis countries (these italian soldiers in this scene hah, and main characters later in the movie).
I always had a feeling Hilts was a lightning pilot too...
It was exciting, and I loved it, as a one off, Frank Sinatra not being otherwise in my top list. That way, there are TOO many one-off movies to even think about - High Noon comes easily to mind, the John Ford Westerns come easily to mind.
My Mum was a western fan, and read everything at The Oxford Lending Library, and the Cal Club Library and the Planters' Club Library up in Darj., so I got to read them, too, and quickly learnt how one author could make a story flow with effortless ease, where another would be wheezing and puffing. She also liked Georgette Heyer, a liking she picked up from her Mum, so I've read all the Georgette Heyer novels, the Regency and Georgian ones, not the crime series, very, very early in life. There wasn't much to do with films, as films came late and loved to Calcutta. We had friends in the theatres; Mr. Hafesjee, who always had a couple of tickets tucked away in his jacket for his favourites, at the Metro, which is one of the most beautiful Art Deco buildings, inside and out, that I've ever seen; up in Darj., on our honeymoon, we went to say hello to Uncle Erach Avari, who owned the Capitol, mentioned we'd bought tickets and seen a movie already, upon which he lifted his fists and said, "Put up your hands. Let's fight this out." Never made that mistake again.
Darjeeling also had a complete - COMPLETE - set of Punch, and I read The Curate's Egg in the original, never realising what a classic it was. One tends to forget what a subliminal influence Punch had on a certain category of Indians, and how difficult it was to communicate even with other Indians as a result. Right here in Hyderabad, I was asked to speak sternly to a youngster who had been presumptuous, and I spoke to him, and told him not to do X, Y or Z, as that made the parties of the second part quite 'ratty', finished the conversation, and turned around to find myself the recipient of two stony stares. They did NOT approve of 'ratty'; too high-falutin', I was told. One was a Hyderabad Public School alum., like my b-i-l (whom he knew), the other had been to the best schools.
What do you do?