Synopsis
What A Cast!... What A Past!... What A Show!...
A four-time widow discusses her four marriages, in which all of her husbands became incredibly rich and died prematurely because of their drive to be rich.
1964 Directed by J. Lee Thompson
A four-time widow discusses her four marriages, in which all of her husbands became incredibly rich and died prematurely because of their drive to be rich.
La señora y sus maridos, Immer mit einem anderen
a ranking of shirley's husbands:
1. bearded artist paul newman who hates paris, has a drastically different regional accent in every scene, and is an expert in french new wave sex
2. sweet simple houseboat clown man gene kelly who just likes to sing a little song about making coffee and do a sexy dance before turning into a pink nightmare
3. reformed capitalist dean martin reading thoreau WHILE driving a tractor
4. dick van dyke doing a jimmy stewart impression suddenly does too much cocaine and cannot stop hopping around on a pogostick
5. psychiatrist bob cummings (honorary husband) whose proposal line is apparently "i'm a dedicated man of science and i'm tired of washing my own socks"
6. robert mitchum is literally just mr. big except he looks like a dead toad
I know this isn’t perfect but honestly I’m physically unable to hate a movie in which queen shirley conquers everyone‘s hearts, owns every look™ and reenacts almost every classic movie genre
(also this is underrated af)
if only I could live in a luxurious french apartment with my insane artist husband paul newman whose accent changes every five minutes and whose rube goldberg art machine keeps making his paint brushes have sex to vivaldi
Holy shit, did I straight up conjure this movie with my hopes and dreams?! Shirley MacLaine in my dream role, making out with all of my boyfriends(!!!), in my wardrobe, in my decade, making my jokes about murder and capitalism, in my fantasy film????????????? I might be blinded by the cast here but this was such a blast to watch. I didn’t laugh so much as I just loved every dumb minute of it.
No kidding, MacLaine is literally living my dream kissing all of these men in one film, Christ. I know that makes me sound shallow but I’ll be damned if I’m not legit ticked off at the luck some girls have. Gene Kelly, Dick Van Dyke, Robert Mitchum, Dean Martin, and Paul frickin shirtless Newman?!? C’MON. The absolutely insane Edith Head wardrobes, Harry Winston jewelry, silly movie montage asides and batshit sets don’t hurt either.
a piece of absurdist camp brilliance that begs the question “why can’t i marry paul newman in france with a chimpanzee as my bridesmaid?”
exactly shirley maclaine, marrying an endless hot array of classic hollywood stars, while wearing the campiest of outfits is good! (thank you edith head)