Sad thing: Elizabeth Taylor died this morning. The legendary screen icon was 79 and her death came as a surprise to everyone (if you don’t count the fact that she had been in the hospital for congestive heart failure for the past three weeks, soooooo, kinda not like 100% surprise). Now I’ve never been a person who’s into old movies — I can barely even enjoy Adventures In Babysitting anymore because it looks too dated — so when it comes to movies in black and white, where everyone calls everyone else Mister So-and-so and Miss Whatever, with the guys all drinking scotch and breaking into tap dancing and the women getting the men all hot by showing a little ankle and wearing giant brassieres (do I have all this straight? this is what classic films are like, right?), well I’m just not into it. That being said, even I, a total non-appreciator, the anti-aficionado of classic films can say that Elizabeth Taylor was a bad ass: 2 Oscars, the first woman to earn a million dollars on a movie, married 8 times, and she had great eyebrows before it was even cool to have great eyebrows. Listening to all of Hollywood rave about her acting prowess today makes me think I might just be missing out on something. Who knows, maybe next time I’m about to waste an hour watching a Tivo’d episode of Bethenny Ever After? I’ll flip over to Turner Classic Movies and give these things a whirl. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ll still watch Bethenny. I can’t get enough of that crazy-faced broad bossing around her clearly closeted gay husband, but maybe I’llmake it a double feature with Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.
PS. Sending my fan mail to Zsa Zsa today because I heard she’s real busted up about the news about her pal Liz.