Douglas Fairbanks was the king of Hollywood in the silent era. Off-screen, he defined the dapper gentleman that was to be expected of Hollywood stars: his wife and queen was “America’s Sweetheart” Mary Pickford, and their castle was Pickfair, a palace where all of cinema’s royalty gathered. On-screen, though, he was something else all together—he was the embodiment of all the magic that the movies promised to provide.
Read my full review of The Iron Mask here at Not Coming to a Theater Near You.
http://www.notcoming.com/reviews/ironmask/
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I've been visiting your blog for the past few days—noticed it through The Tainted Archive (Gary Dobbs' blog). Really love the focus on old movies, especially from the late 20s. Keep up the good work!
Hello! I got a Premio Dardos award on my blog today, and you get to pass it on to five other people- and I picked you! Drop over and read what I wrote when you get a chance :)
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