Watching a few minutes of the 1947 melodramatic adaptation of GREEN DOLPHIN STREET, this morning, in which...if my memory serves me correctly, with oblique associations.......Lana and Donna's characters 'doll up' in Hollywood costume department's fashionable post WW2 Pastel tropical bird Couture, and are greeted by their mother's childhood beau...having cruised, with some "sexual/he's got some money" bent, his young hottie son.....and arrived, unannounced (Edith Wharton grimaces!), over-dressed for this early in the morning social call....only to be greeted by Mom's 'ex', who makes sexist remarks, immediately.......calling them 'colorful fish'.....Everyone's 'manners' are pretentiously Nouveau Riche Bourgeoisie, posturing as 'our shit don't stink' upper class gold diggers......Some of the dialogue from this scene was lifted by Melvina Reynolds, for her tongue-in-cheek song about American Suburbanites, 'Little Boxes'...... This 'not quite random association' was a new observation....as was the instant referential, if 'really oblique', with Miles Davis' track, 'On Green Dolphin Street', from his Album, 'Kind Of Blue'.......Every 'association' is with the largesse of stored 'data', within the resources of our 'Inner Sanctums'........Even Lana's character, Marianne, seemed right on the heels of Cora Smith, from the year before.......with a Lux Radio Theater 'costuming' upgrade by Walter Plunkett.......
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