#humoresque

Dear (returning) Da Bomb Anon,

Oh, you're back! Thank you for this unexpected gift of sorts and forgive my belated reply: I am nursing a seasonal flu and I (of course) had a rather shitty Monday - aren't they all, that is the question.

For those who might have missed your first appearance on this page, here it is: https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/795428220708208640/112so-i-finally-found-the-courage-to-waste?source=share - posted September 23, 2025.

In tearing haste, I will do exactly like the last time you graced this page and collate all ten of them. I think we all need a bit of your deadpan humor -meets- witticisms, especially considering the (rather mediocre) #shitshow within the #shitshow we are being served lately:

I think we agree to an alarming 99, 95% of the above, with two -rather irrelevant - differences. I was not taken by Malcolm G. at all and I still find Séamus McLean Ross a very interesting iteration of young Colum MacKenzie. Not sure if Rory Alexander's puppy eyes are enough to cover, nor convey the very rich expressive palette Duncan Lacroix' Murtagh could go through like a breeze, in OL. But that's just me: overall, the casting wasn't abysmal, if we take them individually. Together? It fell completely flat and it felt completely off-key, oftentimes.

You know a sex scene is just bad, when thoughts about bacteria and other hygiene considerations suddenly make their way through your brain, while watching it. Who gives a shite of that Last Tango in Paris flat being a hopeless mess, anyways? You are right, and I have to admit I looked at Jamie Roy's bare feet and had similar doubts (nope, not a foot fetishist, just aware).

In her last interview, 'Erself promised us a 'heart-wrenching' first episode, for Season 2. Because, as many of you know, I am a determined and stubborn imbecile, I guess I will continue to watch, even though Chinese water torture is probably a more dignified form of gratuitous self-harm. She also promises the return of the female gaze, albeit through a more historical/political angle, which is extravagant and probably not a good idea (especially given BoMB's own limitations, in that particular field). I mean, what is there left to say, about these two couples? Seditionist scheming and agrarian everyday life, in the early 18th century Scotland (with sex an always welcome bonus)? Henry B. being parachuted to Vindolanda, hopefully with a smattering of Latin under his belt? Come to think of it, perhaps they could even have an officina distillationis parva/uhm, a wee distillery, there, it would be quite a thoughtful crossover, LOL.

I'll guess we'll have to wait and see, dear Anon. But since you already found your way to this page, let it be known you'll always be more than welcome. BoMB or not. I mean it.

🎥 1946: Humoresque stars Joan Crawford, John Garfeild, and J. Carrol Naish.

• Helen Wright (Crawford) plays the role of a very rich woman who is married and loves to entertain all kinds of actors, and musicians and she happens to meet a violin player named Paul Boray,(Garfield). Paul came from a medium income family and his father, Rudy Boray, (Naish) is a Deli owner in New York City and finds that his son wants to play the violin. Helen Wright decides to introduce Paul into a world of famous musicians and agents who are very impressed by Paul's outstanding talent and he begins to climb up the ladder of success in the world of concert music.