Thursday, July 30, 2009

Hallelujah, I'm a Bum or Creative Loafing on Film

In this week's blog at TCM, I ruminated on the depiction of bums in the movies, especially during the Great Depression:

There do seem to be a few hopeful signs of life in the economy lately. This is despite the recent flurry of talking heads who have had a field day comparing today with the era of 80 years ago.

Maybe it is feeling awfully 1929ish for some of us. Since I've already gone through a quiet tailoring of my own expectations, thanks to several rides on our society's never-ending carousel of economic mobility, I set my cap at a rakish angle and decided to enjoy my personal freedom from the burden of luxury some time ago. Consequently, I am always curious about the alternating airs of despair and elation and hope heard in movies of the 1930s.

No matter what this new world brings, I suspect that many of us will inevitably turn to classic movies to look for some sense of perspective on this experience. So, if you are ready to don that hopeful, brave mask, let's breeze through a look at a unique movie, Hallelujah, I'm a Bum (1933) that was made by people who were surfing on the crest of an economic tsunamis--classic Hollywood here for more, please


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