I’ve adored classic Hollywood ever since I was a little kid. While my friends were watching “Full House,” I was falling in love with Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, Top Hat, and The More the Merrier, and discovering the wonders of Cary Grant, Katharine Hepburn, Carole Lombard, and my particular favorites, Joel McCrea and Esther Williams. I taped TCM’s schedule onto VHS tapes, and later infuriated my family by filling up the DVR with movies they’d never heard of and didn’t really care to watch.
I studied film at Duke University before doing graduate work at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, where I earned an M.A. in Film from the Department of Communication Arts. After finishing at Madison, I began writing a regular column on sallycooks.com before starting The Blonde at the Film. I also write a monthly column for ClassicFlix.com, and I’m working on a book about Old Hollywood.
Now I’m having a wonderful time providing what I hope are enjoyable, informative, and lovely essays on movies that I find interesting, beautiful, funny, or special. I don’t entirely understand why, but my taste and sensibility are stuck firmly in 1930s-1950s Hollywood, and I adore sharing what I love about these fantastic movies. I recently became an aunt, and I’ve spent more time than I’d like to admit thinking about which classic movie I should show my nephew first. Poor thing–he has no idea what’s coming!
And the name? When I was thinking about what to call my blog, I kept returning to a photo a classmate took when I was in graduate school. We were in a screening of The Blood of a Poet (1930), and my classmate snapped a photo from behind me in the theater. In the darkness, my blonde head glimmers in the foreground from the faint, silvery light cast by the distant screen. And I thought, “That’s me! I’m the ‘blonde at the film!'”
ps. My reviews are full of spoilers. I want to talk about the whole movie, not just discuss what happens until a crucial turning point, so I give away just about everything. I can’t help myself.