#Scott Randolph

[you-fuckers-are-asses]

Deleted Steve-O Video: Illegally Flying a Drone inside an Airport May 31, 2019

[wutbju]

BJU Class of 1984 and Pastor Scott Randolph delivers a loyalist's perspective on the 300-page GRACE Report:

the Grace Report proved that not one minor was abused by any BJU employee or teacher. It is forever challenging to see the Grace Report pointed too in ignorance. The counselees were no longer minors but fully adults. There were no "cover ups". Adults have the full opportunity to call law enforcement according to their own choice. You can hate fundamentalism for not approving of your current thoughts, choices, etc. but how foolish to misuse the Grace Report which proves the opposite of so many assumptions.

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"Roommates" Randolph Scott and Cary Grant

[userarmand]

What can you tell us about [All of Us Strangers]? Who do you both play?

[carloskaplan]

Cary Grant e Randolph Scott posen para Paramount Pictures diante da súa casa compartida (Hollywood, 1933)

[riverlarking]

My Favorite Wife (1940) — dir. Garson Kanin

[transjudas]

Excerpts from the Vanity Fair article about Cary Grant and Randolph Scott's relatonship / Grant and Scott in Hot Saturday and My Favorite Wife / various publicity photos of Grant and Scott during the time they lived together.

[mytvjunk]

[ingravinoveritas]

I recently had this link shared with me by one of my lovely friends here in the fandom, and found it so compelling that I wanted to share it with all of you.

This is a recent article from Vanity Fair about Cary Grant and Randolph Scott, both iconic actors from the era we now call "Old Hollywood," and it details their extremely interesting--both by the standards of the era and today--relationship. It's a long read, but more than worth it.

For those who may not know, Cary Grant was an English-born American actor and iconic leading man, and Randolph Scott was an American actor most known for appearing in Westerns. Both men were married to women/had children at varying points in their lives, but by some accounts (and especially what is chronicled in this article), they were the loves of each other's lives, even though being openly queer was next to impossible at the time, and would've been looked at as a career-ending (and maybe even life-ending) move.

There also seem to be quite a few parallels between Cary and Randolph 90 years ago and Michael and David today. The two men actually lived together for a number of years, during which the press of the day chose to portray them as "just two fun-loving bachelors waiting to find the right gal," all while Grant in particular starred in films with queer-flavored undertones that were both bold and downright dangerous in the era of the Hays Code. They continued living together when Grant was first married to his first wife, Virginia Cherrill (and after they divorced), and fun fact: While Grant was married, Scott moved right next door...so they were, in fact, neighbors.

Here are a few other excerpts that very much reminded me of Michael and David, for your consideration. (FYI that "Archie Leach" was Cary Grant's birth name before he changed it to his stage name.) This first one calls to mind the Radio Times calling Michael and David a "handsome couple" on the night of the NTAs in 2021:

This next one of course made me think of Michael and David talking on David's podcast (skip to the 1:25 mark) in 2019 about hating photo shoots and how Michael flat-out refused to answer questions at one point and only got through it because of David:

And this last one features a quote from a close friend about Grant and Scott that nearly made my heart skip an entire beat. For reasons that will soon be very, very obvious:

(I mean...)

What is also remarkable about this article (though not necessarily in a good way) is the mention of how little has changed since Grant and Scott's time. How even today, any actor who comes out as any flavor of queer is immediately looked at differently, and how the fear of both professional and personal repercussions keeps people in the closet for so many reasons.

These were the parts of the article that stood out to me the most, but as always I would love to hear from my followers with your thoughts and takes on the parallels above or anything else that you find interesting...

[sosooley]

After high noon

[weclassybouquetfun]

Film awards season is that much closer to the end with todays' BAFTA Awards. No real surprises with OPPENHEIMER, Christopher Nolan, ANATOMY OF A FALL, Emma Stone,

Da"Vine Joy Randolph

and Cillian Murphy winning top honours.

Cillian is the first Irish EE BAFTA Best Leading Actor winner.

B-Rad, it should have been you. Just sayin'.

BAFTA Awards and after-party moments.

Host David Tennant with Bark Ruffalo.

Cillian holding court with Oppen-homie Rami Malek and his partner Emma Corrin.

MORE BAFTA TALK

Daisey Edgar Jones

Honourary The Strokes member, Dominic Sessa.

On-screen cuzzos, Archie Madekwe and Alison Oliver.

Rosamund Pike with Sophie Ellis-Bextor who performed "Murder on the Dancefloor", which hit a resurgence after its use in SALTBURN.

The Irish: Andrew Scott, *Ayo Edebiri, Paul Mescal and Alison Oliver of SALTBURN.

Shout out to Barbie Wine, wife of Bobi Wine subject of Oscar nominated documentary BOBI WINE: THE PEOPLE'S PRESIDENT. She sat at the same table as Cillian at the Oscar Nominee Luncheon and knew how to play it cool.

Paul Mescal does nothing for me, but I admit I see his charms (especially in his episode of "Chicken Shop Date") and those of his sister Nell. I may have to marry into that family...by way of Nell.

Paul being starstruck by David Beckham, Nell doing her top four Letterboxd and the Mescal family lipsycing poorly.

[emmanelson]

SCOTT PORTER and BRIANNE HOWEY as PAUL RANDOLPH and GEORGIA MILLER in GINNY AND GEORIGA | 2x10 - I'm No Cinderella

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"Roommates" Cary Grant and Randolph Scott welcoming to their home in Hollywood 1933

[fivequartersoftheorange]

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I found the album one sweltering afternoon in mid-summer, a month since we’d laid Gramps to rest. Rummaging through the dusty boxes and stacks of back copies of society magazines, I stubbed my toe on the trunk where it was kept, old and battered, sat in a dark corner of the attic.

I took the album, dusted it off, and sat down on a nearby stool. The cover was made of leather, cracked through with age and neatly labeled 1953-1954 in faded gold lettering. I flipped through the pages so yellowed with age, dust motes swirl in front of me as I make sense of what I’m looking at.

It was pictures of Gramps as a younger man. We knew that he was a film star back in the day, and that he was quite famous too, a real matinée idol. It seemed impossible to me then that he had a whole other life for he was always just Gramps; he seemed to always be humming and dancing, constantly moving or cooking up a storm in the kitchen.

Gramps was like magic and fairy dust, his warmth and gentleness touched anyone he came across. He was the grandfather who was up for anything, never raised his voice and talked to you like a grown-up. He was wise and funny and always pushed you to be a better version of yourself. Many a time I spent in Gramps kitchen, listening to him tell stories of film sets and the soaring lives of Hollywood’s finest.

My greatest regret was not asking him about his life when I had the chance. For no one bothered to, he was always just there, woven into the fabric of our lives. None of us really knew anything about him and the questions that had always lingered in the back of my mind resurfaced.

There were other things in the album, ticket stubs and dried flowers and a million other keepsakes. But what seemed to feature most prominently was a young man who looked to be about the same age as Gramps. He had a shy smile and a tentative look in his eyes. He was very handsome.

It seemed that he was also an actor and that at one point worked on a film with Gramps. There was a photograph of a cluster of smiling people and at the very center was the shy handsome man. His gummy smile was breathtaking but he was looking at someone or something out of frame.

As I looked through the rest of the album, a thick packet of letters fell to the floor. They were tied together by a faded red ribbon and at a glance I could see neat loopy script. I knew instinctively that these were all from the handsome man with the gummy smile.

My mind raced with a thousand questions and I burned with a longing to read them yet a sense of wrongness pervaded me. I would be intruding on my grandfather’s privacy. There was a secret buried here that much was true. For now I tuck the album under my arm and make my way downstairs.

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Inspired by this post by @bigassbowlingballhead

I have absolutely no idea how I went from making a silly little edit to having an entire backstory to the silly little edit.

This also broke an almost 3 year streak of no writing. I don't think this is my best work, I'm rusty like an old bicycle but I'm quite surprised I managed to write something. So thanks for that Jon!

This is also by the way heavily inspired by a Danielle Steel novel I once read that I cannot remember the name of. In that story it featured a box, a locket and a packet of letters.

This is literally titled Hot Gramps on my laptop. You can click on the images to make it bigger.

Also did you know that the SAG was founded in 1933? And AFTRA was founded in 1952 but the two only merged in 2012. And that the first Emmy Awards were held in 1949?

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MET Gala 2024, "The Garden of Time".

[carygrantsbeard]

The Leyendecker slay of Cary Grant and Randolph Scott