Lancaster took swimming lessons for several weeks to overcome a problem that his perfect physique and agility couldn't help. . .an almost total lack of swimming form. Bob Horne, the UCLA swim coach who tutored Lancaster in preparation for the role, explained. . .“He was a strong enough swimmer, but terribly uncomfortable in the water. He didn't put his head in, or breathe properly, and the first time he flutter-kicked he went backwards. But he's very disciplined and he made good progress.”
— The Cinematic History of Burt Lancaster by David Fury
I just noticed something, and if nothing else it's a funny coincidence but, Tim➡️SNL➡️ Tiny horse ➡️Armie's last post 👀
Hello, Anon:
Armie’s first post after deleting everything from his IG and two days after Tim announced his appearance on SNL was such a wonderful surprise when it happened that some of us may not have connected those dots. I was focused on why he was on a Metro North train and wondering where he was going. He was watching The Swimmer (1968) starring Burt Lancaster, the plot of which is intriguing, especially in light of recent circumstances:
The Swimmer, Frank Perry (1968)
Ned Merrill swam so Oliver could … run?
Call Me By Your Name, Luca Guadagnino (2017)
I see your point, absolutely, Anon😏🐎🩳👀
There are some parallels in an ironic art-imitates-life (and vice versa) kind of way that I can’t help but see that Armie most likely identifies with Ned Merrill in more ways than just hanging out all day in swim shorts. It’s a little basket of Easter eggs on a Metro North train. The Universe winks. 💪✨🤘
Instagram: armiehammer | 11.01.23
Saturday Night Live | Episode 8, Season 46 | 12.12.2020
500. The 1984 Olympics Sports Illustrated Preview Issue (July 18, 1984) Part 1.
I'm totally late, but aren't we all having a little bit of Olympic withdrawal? This was a big magazine for me as a kid, big. My mom got it for me at the thrift store in 1994 when I was 10 because at the time I collected old issues of Sports Illustrated for the figure skating articles. This issue was massive, about five hundred pages. Five hundred pages of ads and photos I still remember 30 years later.
Like this Levi's ad! I still remember the lady in her maternity jeans, and how the kids couldn't wear riveted Levi's to school because they'd scratch up the desks.
There were several extended profiles of athletes that were expected to win big in Los Angeles, such as Carl Lewis.
Carl Lewis: mall lover.
Embarrassing baby photos of the athletes were a common occurrence.
I forgot to mention the Renault Fuego when I did that write up on Renault's short lived visit in the States.
I thought the Chrysler Laser was a thing in Canada, and we in the U.S. had the Plymouth Laser. No! We had the Chrysler first for a couple of years and then we had the Plymouth for a few years? That Lee Iacocca made things so confusing. I've mentioned before that I grew up alongside my niece and when we were in high school, she bought a used green Laser, and I was so jealous.
Autoweek went looking for one of the special 1984 Olympic edition GMC Jimmys, but couldn't find one.
I love that its a heartwarming story about how Bill Toomey almost didn't win the 1968 decathlon, and then its just ...screwdrivers at Sears.
I've spent thirty years trying to figure out what album German swimmer Michael Gross has against his stereo. Bap? Rap? I'm gonna eBay image search it. Okay, so it is a German album by Bap.
1984 was definitely the first 'puter Olympics. Not the first internet Olympics like Atlanta or Nagano, but one where computers were definitely advertised. Looks like the closest Sears Business Systems Center to me was in Virginia Beach where a Shake Shack is today.
When I was a kid looking at this ad, I thought that was the real Charlie Chaplin, and he was still alive in 1984 selling IBM PCJr computers with those awful keyboards. Clint from LGR called the space bar a "gooey celery stick".
This was a sweet section about athletes reminiscing about their time during the first Olympics held in LA back in 1932. The hop step and jump is what we would call the triple jump today. The Sports Illustrated vault is absolute garbage now, but you can still read the text from the other athletes profiled. Ellen Preis the Frencer from Austria had a heck of a story:
ELLEN PREIS
AUSTRIA
FENCING, INDIVIDUAL FOIL
When we arrived in the United States, we met the mayor of New York. I can't remember his name [it was Jimmy Walker], but I remember he made a lot of funny jokes. He took us to Sing Sing, which was both interesting and a great shock. We sat in the electric chair. It felt awful. Afterward we saw criminals on Death Row, and I felt very sorry for them. Then they took us to a laboratory, and we saw 42 jars containing the brains of criminals who had died in the chair. I was very young, and it made a strong impression.
I still haven't forgotten this ad, Fisher. It totally worked.
Part 2 coming soon.
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