tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807469356676934317.post4434619814441907632..comments2024-03-25T10:50:11.187-07:00Comments on Gods and Foolish Grandeur: Platinum blonde high priestess - Lana Turner in The Prodigal, 1955Stephiliushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08562830870365561419noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807469356676934317.post-26375456879909191322018-11-26T16:02:16.474-08:002018-11-26T16:02:16.474-08:00Haha - excellent! : )Haha - excellent! : )Stephiliushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08562830870365561419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807469356676934317.post-67244285404174324632018-11-26T11:40:39.199-08:002018-11-26T11:40:39.199-08:00Any mention of "The Prodigal" always rem...Any mention of "The Prodigal" always reminds me of a line from Jean Kerr's humorous book "Please Don't Eat the Daisies". At one point, she and her husband, theater critic Walter Kerr, bought a large, very eccentric house in Larchmont, NY. The courtyard featured Buddha statues and a fountain that drained into a fish pond through an antique diving helmet (which lit up!). Kerr writes that it reminded her of "An MGM set for The Prodigal. I kept expecting Edmund Purdom to step out of the fishpond..."Shawn Cullenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18270423231633162242noreply@blogger.com