I Could Go On Watching


Judy Garland

Gosh Darn I love the Judy Garland movie I Could Go On Singing.


I saw it again last night. The songs aren't my favorite in the whole world but boy she can stand on an empty stage in a somewhat unflattering dress and deliver them in such a way that you cannot take your eyes off her. And the scenes withDirk Bogarde are uber-compelling. When he tells her he is so sick with anger he can hardly talk and then calls her a bitch -- WOW!

Or the famous scene in the hospital at the end (apparently she improvised some of the dialogue). He tells her that he's loved her the whole time, but that's where it ends. This movie has evolved into a My Best Friend's Wedding syndrome for me. Everytime I watch it I'm hoping the ending will change -- not only will he confess his love but they will get married. Oddly enough, that doesn't happen. Just like Julia doesn't end up with Dermot. Sigh. I guess I'll have to keep watching.


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