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Stirling Silliphant

Arthur Hiller

of Photography: Jack A. Marta

(Details from http://www.imdb.com – click on the episode title above for more cast and crew)

are from the Shout Factory edition of the series. (I don’t know why
the blog shows some in black and white and some in sepia. They’re
all black and white on my computer. Also the pictures aren’t all in line, which is hugely annoying. The text looks smaller than it should be. Carriage returns have popped up where they shouldn’t be. Sometimes this system drives me mad.)

This is the first episode of the second season of Route 66, and it’s a humdinger. It’s one of the few episodes my husband has watched and liked, which says something for it. I’m not sure what, but something. It’s a good and proper love story for Buz, and also guest stars the much loved Anne Francis, better known as Honey West . IMDB describes her as ‘One tall, cool drink of water, the beautiful, curvaceous, mole-lipped Anne Francis.’ Well. There you go. For fifty minutes you can see Arline Simms (Anne Francis) struggling to accept that she will very soon die, while Buz, who has fallen in love with her, is completely oblivious to her illness. Tod is her only confidant.

episode also stars the bleak, scarred, interesting landscape of
Butte, Montana, which seems to be a conurbation designed around the
human desire to rip the ground apart for metal. We don’t exactly
see lots of the surroundings since the episode focusses so tightly on
Arline and her angst over her impending death. We do get some
wonderful glimpses, though, of stepped, carved landscapes, low
mountains, and dusty city streets. Just as impressive are the night
scenes of glittering fairground lights and neon signs. Butte feels
like a place apart from the rest of the world, but with plenty going
on in its dusty surroundings.

This episode is actually available on YouTube . Apparently. Not in my country, but it’s there, and you could get at it with a proxy server, I’m sure.

one of those marvellous Route 66 starting moments, with a voice over
from Tod, where we just sit and watch a plane landing. Nothing fast,
nothing racy. Just the black and white beauty of a plane touching
down with slow grace.

back it’s hard to remember exactly how things were before she got
here,’ Tod soliloquizes. Buz is reducing copper in an anaconda. Or
at Anaconda. Or something. Tod is driving an ore truck. ‘It’s
astonishing how much a part of your life someone can become in so
brief a time,’ he says. ‘It’s hardly a month ago she came to

this wonderful? I mean, we’ve all felt this. The holiday in Greece
where after only a week the flat feels like your second home and you
know every dusty tree and every olive grove and feel it will break
your heart to leave. The house guest who you were uncertain about but
can’t bear to part with at the end of their visit. (I’m
fictionalising there. I’m not good with people. When they leave I’m
sorry but I also breathe out hard and start to feel alive again.)


at that. Just look. Aeroplanes are beautiful.


plane contains Arline Simms, played by Anne Francis. Anne Francis has
the reputation for being beautiful too. She is, but I can’t quite
get past the mole. I’m sorry. I just have a thing about moles.


Okay, she is quite pretty. That hair would be impressive in colour, two. I’ve seen it in colour in the Mission: Impossible episode DoubleCircle , but it looks lighter here.

starts to talk about lemmings. ‘There’s a small animal, the
lemming, which every year by the thousands runs off the shores of
Portugal and swims out into the Atlantic and drowns miles from
shore,’ he says. ‘Nobody’s ever explained why, or why the
salmon fights his way upstream to die…’ (Spock, anyone?)
‘…Maybe Arline understood this already the morning she arrived.’

Arline has the look of a lemming. Determined. Fatalistic. See

Actually it appears that lemmings aren’t fatalistic, but, like so many beautiful things in the world, the victims of Disney

But that’s by the by.


it childish of me that I want to edit this so it says, ‘Welcome to
Butt’? I’m sorry. It’s a thing I share with a good friend. I
alert them to butts. That’s it.

cabbie is something of a starer. We can understand that. It’s the
early 60s. She’s very pretty and very blonde. But she’s having
none of it. It’s very obvious that rough sex with random cabbies is
the last thing on her mind. She opens the cab door so quickly that
the poor chap is denied the chance to do it himself. He continues to
gawp, and it’s obvious there’s something more to it than her just
being pretty.

an amazing, bleak, scoured landscape this is. Meanwhile the cabbie is
very obviously listening to the radio, where the announcer is talking
about the mystery of the disappearance of Broadway’s newest star,
Arline Simms.

case we doubted it, there she is. Arline Simms, broadway’s
brightest new light, handily reposing on the passenger seat on the
front of a magazine. Arline doesn’t appreciate this radio story.
She’s all bitten up and reflective looking. Whatever’s going on
it’s all trapped inside her head.

she’s not all angst and melodrama. When the cabbie asks if he can
let the dispatcher know who he has in his cab she smiles and tells
him he can.

him live,’ she says, with no hint of irony regarding the upcoming
plot about living and dying.

excuse, just the title screencap is pretty.

is a bleak looking place, scarred by man. Strangely it reminds me of
some local scenes here in Wales, where an incredibly important iron
age hill fort was blasted away for quarry stone.

here are our boys.

starts to soliloquise about premonitions and how they don’t grow on

Here’s where Tod and Buz parked their car, across from the house, 235 W. Copper. Image from Google Maps. There’s a lot of information regarding the locations in newspaper articles on the Ohio66 site.

of the big things that happen to us just pop up unannounced,’ he
opines. Big things like two handsome working men getting out of their
sexy car and just happening to run into a beautiful woman. Whatever
your orientation, it’s all good.

is smitten.

is smitten. Tod acknowledges in his voice over that Buz is actually
more smitten, but that at that moment he had no idea, because he was
too busy being smitten himself.


a quaint house. Tod is driven into action by ‘one of those chemical
things.’ Usually called testosterone.

Here’s the house at 235 W. Copper as it appeared in 2008.

And here’s the split level road leading past the house.


going to leave Tod to it, as Tod tries to chat Arline up by giving
her tips about how he can probably talk the boarding house lady down
to a lower price.

is having none of it. She won’t even talk to Tod, who has no clue
that not every woman is constantly wishing a young man would come and
proposition her to save her from a life of childlessness and

reason. They’re just pretty and bewildered (how did a woman resist


and the street leading straight to the mountain in the background
makes for a nice shot.

the wrong approach,’ Buz says phlegmatically. Tod is just a little


acts it all very well. She approaches the house like someone might
approach an old dog who might just have forgotten her scent. She
strokes the board wall. She looks at the ‘Rooms for rent’ sign
with something approaching horror.

has not come to rent a room. She has come home. She’s been away for
six years, ‘without a word,’ her Irish aunt berates her in a
loving way. Her aunt can tell she’s hiding something, but won’t
tell. I could take caps here of the contrast between pretty
Broadway-ified Arline and her homely aunt, but I’ve taken too many
caps already and because they’re facing each other I’d have to
take two.

this is kind of a picture of the contrast. ‘The last of the
Sullivans and the Simms,’ the aunt laments, ‘and not a child
between them.’ That gets to Arline.

and Buz have been watching this all the while.

Buz, master detective, goes to ask the cabbie (who apparently has
also waited around to watch) if it’s Arline Simms. Buz is all
starry eyed. It’s sweet.

possible a fight will break out. Tod and Buz both want her.

I was born, when I was swimming with the spirits, I knew that girl,’
Buz insists. ‘I’ve always known her. I’ll send

the bulletin.’

Tod offers to flip for it. It must be so nice being
a woman in the 60s.

Inside, Arline and her aunt are
reminiscing in a beautifully lit room of light and shadows. Arline
finds it ‘smaller than I remember, but it’s solid, reassuring,
like papa’s table.’ It’s a contrast to big, fake Broadway.
There’s a sense as she walks about the room, touching things,
reminiscing, that she’s already half in the next world. The room is
empty of life and her mind is running on death. I’ll let you watch
the scene yourself rather than quoting it here. This is such a
contrast to what’s going on in Tod and Buz’s mind. They don’t
exist at all to her.

Arline is on a knife edge, about
ready to collapse. Her aunt is bewildered. She’s going from
nostalgia to smiles to bitterness to tears. But the phone cuts into
her minor breakdown, because no matter how far she runs she can’t
escape the outer world. Tod and Buz represent that in one way. Her
agent on the phone in New York represents that all too harshly in


She has to speak to him, or he
will call every half hour until she does. She thought she could run
away, but she can’t, no more from that than from anything else.
While he tries to get her to come back she is aware that she’s
eminently replaceable. She’s a product, not a person.

So she storms upstairs (having
beautifully real trouble with the pocket doors on her way out of the
room) and into her bedroom. Except… it’s Buz’s bedroom now.

Buz is a little surprised, to say
the least, and a little miffed, too, when she starts to take his
clothes away. (I love the fact that because this is a real house you
can see the real city outside through the window, moving on oblivious
to what’s going on in this tiny space.)


Hey! What are you doing!? I
paid the rent!’ Buz protests.

out,’ Arline says flatly, throwing all his clothes into the hall.


Poor Buz only has his trousers
left. She’s emptying his drawers too. I mean, the kind you keep
clothes in, not his underwear.

And there he is, shut out, not
exactly the victor in this attempted conquest. Tod looks on smugly.

My, you’ve certainly made a
hit with her,’ Tod says helpfully.

well, she went into my room –

Buz tries to protest.

well, somehow from where I stand that doesn’t even seem like a
minor victory,’ Tod replies – and he’s right.

Tod does smug so

Poor Aunt Lydia comes to tidy up
and apologise after her tempestuous niece, explaining that that’s
Arline’s room that Buz was in, and that she has forgotten the hard
years while she was away and Lydia had to take in ‘nice gentlemen’
from the mines to make money.

that’s Arline when she gets a notion. That’s that,’ Lydia
shrugs. ‘Something made her come back here,’ she muses. ‘What
it is I don’t know yet. But the lord works in mysterious ways. He
must have had some reason for making her return.’ There’s that
little hint again of life and death, something about religion. Is
there a cynical suggestion that God has foresaken Arline?

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Looking at this careworn woman and how plain she seems beside her glamorous niece, I thought I could see signs of a past beauty. So I looked her up and here she is

I like the idea that she was also beautiful in her time.

always seems to listen to these kind of speeches from women of that
age with such a gentle air of interest and sympathy.

is all smiles and graciousness too as she offers him another room.
They’re nice boys. It’s a shame Tod was written so cynical in
later episodes.

even kisses her on the cheek, although it looks at first as if he’s
making for her nose.

are I really don’t think I understand your friend,’ Lydia
continues (in her soft Irish accent) as Buz walks off.

Sullivan. Stop trying,’ Tod advises her.

It’s these little
moments of humour that keep this episode from maudlin.


is outside Arline’s room with a list. The music is playful. I feel
this should be subtitled, ‘


Buz tries to convince Arline through the door that he’s the type
who ‘digs pyjamas, like the bottoms.’ Some of his things are
still in the room, including his pyjama bottoms.

is very Buz. He’s acting humble and conciliatory but he’s still
striding in and getting just what he wants. And look, the reflection
of the mirror is giving him a halo. It’s not a real halo. He finds
his pyjama bottoms almost instantly, but pretends he hasn’t.

you’re wearing them,’ she suggests tartly.

tries his best to act nice, offering to bring up a plate of the
dinner her aunt has cooked.

‘It’s a stew. It’s got everything
in it.’

that’s where your pyjamas are,’ she retorts, and walks out, and
out of the house.

Buz. He’s not used to this.

she is at the bottom of the road. Buz has decided to up his game and
stalk her. Tod just looks on, like a bewildered spectator at the zoo.
One thing you can say for Buz, he’s persistent.

territory. He crawls along just a little faster than her walking
pace, to catch up, and cruises along beside her, reassuring her that
he’s not trying to pick her up.

gets philosophical. We love Buz’s beat generation philosophy.

good people either dig each other right now, or forget it. Two half
truths never made an integrated single, but two truths together, man
that’s a crazy square root.’

(Do we have a clue what he’s
saying here, at least in relation to himself and Arline?)

‘Now, you
take me for instance. I never batted three hundred, probably never

(This must be some American thing.)

‘Never climbed Mount
Everest and I don’t have perfect pitch. But I can tell you about
Arline Simms. Somebody or something has dropped a glass wall around
her and now she looks at people from the bottom of a fish bowl…’

he’s getting to her. Is it deliberate that she’s stopped with a
fence on one side of her, so she can’t break away – a fence that
looks like it’s been hit and battered but never knocked down? She
looks plain and ordinary and tired.

she’s come running back to lean on the past,’ Buz continues.

impressed that George Maharis reels off this speech while having to
keep the car at a crawl alongside Anne Francis. Although I suppose
he’s reeling it off while being towed and talking to a camera on
some kind of dolly or something.

they have both come to a halt.

‘To reach out for things that are
gone. Look, if you wanna bust out of that fish bowl, if you wanna be
free, all you’ve gotta do is think free. All you gotta do is say,


could be the start of a song, Buz.

There’s contempt in that look.
Buz is full of philosophy, but this time he has no idea. He can’t
tell Arline Simms about Arline Simms – at least not how she should
get over her problems – because he has no idea what her problems
are. Buz and Tod don’t roam around the country facing the concept
of their own mortality. Most of the problems they face can be solved.

Now at this camera angle she is
obviously looking down on him. There is sky above her. Just the wall
she cannot push through, and the sky.

She looks as if she’s going to
walk away, but actually she’s coming round to the driver’s side.
All around her telegraph poles make crucifixes in the sky.

over,’ she says, but for all of Buz’s hipness he embraces the
masculinity of the era. ‘When I play games I play my rules,’ she

the man-woman battle it’s the man’s rules,’ he says. There
isn’t really any way to win a war like that. Unless you’re Arline Simms.

the battle, lose the war,’ she shrugs, and makes to walk off.


What was that about man’s
rules, Buz?

How long have they been driving
around? This must have been a very long day for Arline, since I think
it’s the same day that she stepped off the plane.

Poor Buz still isn’t getting
through her carapace of pain. It sounds like they’ve been on a bit
of a pub crawl, and she’s still bitter with pent-up anger.

She cuts an interesting figure at
the bar, where everyone flanking her is wearing plaid. Hell, one
guy’s still wearing his hard hat.

Buz comes in with his ‘I don’t
understand women, but this makes me sad,’ face on, and watches her
wistfully as she downs liquor.

Arline watches wistfully as a
couple dances with an intimacy that you sense she has never had in
her life, and believes she never will.


he couple dancing are oblivious
to everything. They’re their own story.

seems to come to some kind of decision. It’s too muted to be called
an epiphany, but maybe deep inside it’s something of that. She goes
and gives Buz back the car key and asks him if he knows ‘where
Columbia Gardens is?’


is the complete opposite to that closed-in, small bar with the people
and the music and the dancing. This is dark and big and empty. She’s
come to reminisce.

‘Sundays were always the best days,’ she
sighs. ‘I sometimes wonder why we can’t live all the rest of the
week like we do on a Sunday.’

is aware that he isn’t seeing what she’s seeing. She’s in
another world.

got to remember all of it,’ she says in a low voice, then, getting
more agitated, ‘Why can’t I remember? Why have I forgotten so
many thousands of things? All the good things like what mama used to
cook for breakfast, the colours of papa’s ties, and the words, all
the words he said. What did he say? I can’t remember. All I can
remember is those last few words just before he died. You’re right.
I’m leaning on the past, just as you said. But I can’t help
myself. I’m afraid. I want to run to my father. Not like we write
in books and plays, not sick, but I want them back. I want my mother
and my father back, Buz. I need them. I need them so.’

can I do?’ Buz asks. ‘Just tell me. What can


That sounds like one of those
lines, like the ‘Let me help,’ line in Star Trek’s City on the
Edge of Forever. One of those lines that transcends time. Buz has
forgotten his intentions for some kind of sexual conquest in the face
of this helpless, scared, sad little girl.

She cries, ‘Hold me. Please
hold me’ throwing herself against him. This wasn’t how he’d
wanted things to go. He’s awkward and taken aback, but he does what
she asks and holds this stranger in his arms.

The camera pans away, slowly and
beautifully, to leave them alone, and all we can see are the harsh
patterns and contrasts of the shadows on the stairs.

Buz is pensive the next morning
as he and Tod set out with their little tin lunch pails. He starts to
chide Tod for not starting the car, when Tod reminds him he has the

Tod is feeling smug and
self-assured, announcing, ‘Tonight it’s my turn.’ For Buz this
thing has changed completely, but Tod’s not up to speed yet.

Buz is looking pretty in the
morning light. (This isn’t the prettiest screencap, but he keeps
moving.) He tells Tod that Arline won’t be available that evening
because she’s got a date with a priest. Tod is bloody persistent
and thinks he can pick her up after that. They really are quite
aggressive in their determination – Tod now more than Buz. Buz knows
she’s not in a fit state.

like the – like the insulation’s broke,’ Buz explains. ‘She’s
shorted out somewhere. She’s driving without lights, in a panic.’

That’s Buz’s morning
electrical metaphor report.

Both Tod and Buz are melancholy
at the idea of a hot actress who is in such close proximity to them
but with whom they have such a small chance of sex.

Later, Arline is going into the
church, with a scarf over her head this time, more modest and sombre.
Stairs with the beautiful, harsh shadows again.

Here’s the church, St Lawrence O’Toole Church, in 2012, thanks to Google Maps, and to the Ohio66 site for the location. It sounds like Butte had quite a large Irish contingent. The church is still used for weddings and open for viewing today.

And this time it’s Tod doing
the car-stalking thing.

That big metal thing on the left is still there, as of 2012, but rather more battered looking. (Thanks to Google Maps).

You can’t say those
harsh shadows weren’t deliberate. Arline is on the cusp between
life and death, black and white, a jagged separation. Tod’s stalker
approach is shot at an angle, the shadows far less harsh, everything
far more ordinary.

The same filming choice again,
straight on, straight down the centre with the pews on either side.
Harsh, balanced, stark.

The cross straight ahead of her
as she walks into the church, the shadow of the cross now between her
and the Father as they meet. This is beautifully filmed. Arline has a
quiet, humble piety that one might not expect in a great Broadway


Father, please help me,’ she
begs. ‘I haven’t the strength to fight any more, nowhere else to
turn. I thought maybe the house where I was born, maybe there I’d
find something to hold on to. It’s just as empty as New York. I’m
falling. I keep reaching out for something to stop me. I’ve come
home, Father. I’ve come home to die.’

That shadow of the cross is still visible to the side of her head as she starts speaking, but as she
continues the shot becomes tighter and we lose sight of it. There is
just Arline.


Oops. All this time Tod has been

He starts to move but the
floorboard creaks. He knows he can’t leave without her knowing
someone is there. At this point he should shove his fingers in his
ears and start trying to calculate Pi, but he doesn’t.

Like all fathers (well, at least,
like mine), the Father thinks that a cup of tea will help. He doesn’t
realise how serious she is.

She explains it’s called ‘lupus
erythematosus disseminatus,’ and if you search for that on Google
expect to find a lot of heavy reading.

‘It sounds like a Latin name
they use for some pretty flower, doesn’t it?’ she smiles. ‘I
look at myself in the mirror and I’m not Arline any more. I’m a
host for lupus, an expert suddenly able to enunciate all the
tongue-twisting impersonal medical terms that isolate me from my
stranger’s body. Lupus, Father, is a degenerative process involving
the blood vessels. Acute lupus inevitably terminates in death,
usually from toxaemia, usually within a few weeks.’

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She says all this with a kind of
almost smiling resignation. She’s been though it all, you sense,
and knows there is nothing to do about it.

The Father is rattled, but stays
calm. ‘How long have you known?’ he asks.

all kinds of pain,’ she answers. ‘Special treatments,
antibiotics, steroids, transfusions, cortisone. Through all kinds of
delaying actions… The top doctors in New York say the end of July,’
she says. ‘I got sick of New York in July, dying on the instalment
plan. So here I am.’

When he asks if she’s told
anyone she replies, ‘Father, in my world, death is for big players,
or something that happens off stage. Oh, it doesn’t happen to the
star, except in tragedies. They’re not producing tragedies this
season on Broadway. And I get more and more afraid. Can I find
something to hold on to?

The Father responds with
something wonderful. ‘Death may deprive us of the wonder of this
existence, my child, but it can never erase the triumph of our having
existed, whether for one year or for one hour.’

I love this. No mention of
everlasting life in heaven. No mention of eternal reward. That’s
not what this is about. To talk about that would be to in some way
efface Arline’s very real, very painful struggle with the idea of
leaving life. The Father is celebrating her existence, not placating
her with promises.


Tod leaves. What happened to that squeaky floorboard? He can’t
leave while the silence of the church is ameliorated by their voices,
but he can once all is quiet?

Finally Arline leaves too.

What cripples we are, Father,’
she reflects, looking up at the stars. ‘How easily crushed. How
nothing. Look at them up there. Their cold light. It’s all around
us, Father. Everywhere we look, indifference. A whole universe of


me of one of Julie Hale’s speeches in

where she says,

of a sudden I know how an insect feels. How helpless when it’s
caught by a cruel child. A blank face bigger than the sky, smiling
down at you from somewhere beyond your own tiny world. Smiling down
and taking its time, letting its icy fingers pull off your legs and
your wings.’)

say the universe is indifferent,’ he replies. ‘Yes, yes it is.
But there’s a higher order, my dear. The love in each of us which

care. I’m not indifferent, Arline. If I could die for you I would
gladly as I would for any who need belief.’

would be the perfect moment for him to talk about heaven, but still
there’s no mention of that. This is about


world, and the feelings and love of people who are in it now.

building in her again. She stumbles down the steps as if she is very
tired, but then she begins to run.


Tod. He shouts as she starts to run, and she seems to see him as a
lifebelt in a storm.


is not the kiss he was looking for, although he did seem to take a
moment to smell her hair as she held on to him. He doesn’t kiss
back. He just confesses how he overheard her in the church.

can philosophise just as well as Buz. ‘When you were running away
from the church I could feel your panic like it was my own so I
called out to you. You threw yourself into my arms. Do you know why?
To feel flesh and blood. Another human being, not

If I hadn’t known that I’d have grabbed back, but I knew it, so I
couldn’t. You don’t even know my name, do you?’

gets to be praised by her for being so logical.

one to pass up the slight chance of romance, he gives it his best
shot. ‘Now that the words are out of the way, how about trying it
again, without being so logical?’

Tod. The woman’s dying.

goes off to walk in the darkness. It really is dark. No crosses
looming up. Just nothing by lights powered by science, and enveloping

is sad, either for Arline or for the loss of the chance at sex with a
Broadway star.

is pensive about what he’s found out.

is pensive waiting for Tod to return (and this is a lovely shot, with
all of the light and shadow and lines and angles.)


isn’t really a relevant screencap, but the dvd drive freaked out
and made this.


Tod surprises Buz by tossing over the keys and saying, ‘You can’t
win ’em all.’

a kind of wistfulness in his face. Why does he decide to hand it over
to Buz now he knows about Arline? Is it that he senses deeper
feelings in Buz for Arline than he has? Is it that he wants to give
Arline the chance at a relationship with someone who doesn’t know?
You would think it was clear she wasn’t after any kind of
relationship. Is he scared? I like to think that it’s because he
sees that Buz is clearly more involved.

it light, just for laughs,’ he advises his friend. He’s trying to
protect both of them.

So Buz takes the car and drives off like the
cat that’s got the cream, presumably intending to cruise the
streets of Butte until he happens across her.

Arline is gazing wistfully through shop windows at the future all
women want, the future she can never have. Children, babies, all the
domestic things. The camera pans to a clock pendulum ticking away.
It’s half past eleven. Nearly the end… I don’t think we needed
this visual metaphor on top of the baby things.

all odds, Buz has found her. Maybe Butte isn’t a big place. Maybe
he knew with masculine instinct that she would be drawn to the baby
clothes. The shop opposite is called ‘Toggery,’ which is a
wonderful name.

Tod reported a strike out so I figured it was time for the second
inning,’ he says. I’ll pretend he’s talking about cricket, then
I’ll at least have half an idea what he’s on about.

He offers to
exercise whatever’s bugging her. ‘Ex

she corrects him.

So off they skip, the happy
couple. Perhaps Arline is thinking that a bit of rough won’t hurt.

This is just pretty. The cars
gleaming in the streetlights, the lights disappearing off into the
distance like a string, the signs and the faces of the buildings.

So Buz woos her with his fake
English (Indian-English?) accent and a tale about meat. What more
could a girl want?

at that. The shadows on the stairs as he carries on telling his tale,
no straight-on shots as they are when Arline is bleak and alone. This
is intimate and fun.

all text book. The intimate moment outside her door, the arm up and
almost around her. The laughter, the leaning in.

no. The kiss doesn’t happen. Not on her part. ‘I was just trying
to steal the flavour,’ he tells her ruefully. She smiles and
disappears through her door.


sneaks in to Tod’s room. He does a great job of sneaking. He turns
the light on, winces at the slam of the door, then whips the sheet
off Tod’s head. His motives seem mixed.

is not amused. 

‘Do you realise we sleep away one third of our
lives?’ Buz asks.

‘Well, I did, until I met you,’Tod retorts.

the face of someone who wants to be awake.

is all starry eyed and grinning as he tells Tod how wonderful Arline
is and how he has no report and didn’t even kiss her.

is not impressed that Buz woke him up to tell him this.

Buz has ‘a
whole programme in orbit.’ He tells Tod to go back to sleep to save
his strength ‘while the rest of us are spending ours.’ Ironic.

goes the plan…

is just quite fun to watch, because they’re really doing it. Tod
tells us in voice over how all through the next three weeks through
days and nights Buz ‘knocked himself out to be with Arline, even
insisted she pick him up at the end of each shift.’

of those wonderful lines. The crosses of the telegraph poles aren’t
so evident now against the background of life going on.

often does someone else get to drive that car? She looks rather tired
and wan until she sees Buz. Those cogs are pretty awesome, though.

hat just looks too big.

Tod narrates, ‘It was though some special force was
driving him to make Arline love him.

he’d tell me,

so excited to see her that he jumps the fence.

love this, with the car and the cogs behind. Old and new. Functional
and stylish.

fun on a speedboat. This really does look fun.

makes me want to go out on a lake in a boat. Not that it’s hard to
get me to want to do that.

Buz has another go at kissing.

‘I thought we’d settled all that,’
she tells him. ‘Nothing serious. Just for laughs.’

Buz wants to
reopen the discussion. She doesn’t.


Tod ever get the use the car nowadays?

Fun place to film from, right under the incredibly heavy truck. (I’m
not being sarcastic.)

is wearing his hat at a rather rakish angle. He’s looking worried,

the ‘what are you doing here, Buz?’ look.

wants to play a game of ‘which hand?’

sweet. Buz is proposing to Tod right by his big burly man-truck.
Actually he’s planning on proposing to Arline at the Columbia
Gardens. Tod

think this is a good idea.

is doing some kind of weird ineffectual thing to her hair that
involves combing the bottom inch of it backwards when Tod comes
a-knocking on her door.

Now Arline has the halo from the

She looks like she’s been
caught by the police when Tod asks her if she’s going to Columbia

Tod looks very serious. He tells
her that Buz is going to propose. He tells her that she’s going to


I can’t. You know I can’t,
Tod,’ she protests.

But he doesn’t know that you
can’t, and that’s why you’re going to,’ he says, with some
kind of Toddian logic that is all of his own.

can I love if I can’t offer a lasting relationship?’ Arline asks
him angrily. That’s a philosophical question far deeper than this
episode has time for. ‘I don’t even know if I’m going to see
the rain again. I don’t know if I’m going to see tomorrow’s
sun. How can I hurt Buz by loving him and letting him love me when it
can’t go anywhere.’


go somewhere,’ Tod corrects her.

a day, two days, maybe a week?’

Tod is getting high pitched. ‘A
minute if that’s all there is, but a minute that counts.’

hung up on his father’s last days, when he knew he was dying and
decided to live his last days to their fullest. ‘


I’m getting a Harry Potter moment. ‘

last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.’ (Although apparently
that’s a quote from 1 Corinthians 15:26. I didn’t know that until
now.) I’m not sure about death being more of a miracle than being
born, though. I mean, not personally. Personally you kind of lose out
more by dying than by being born.

(another Harry Potter moment) you subscribe to Dumbledore’s
philosophy of ‘to the well-organised mind, death is but the next
great adventure.’ (I’m sure I’ve heard that somewhere before, too.)

He’s very worked up. He’s
worried about Buz, more than Arline, I suppose, since Buz is his
friend. ‘Buz is a guy who’s things,’ he tells her
desperately. ‘He feels every minute of every experience in every
pore, and if he did know this is the way he’d want it to be.’

So, it’s evening, and Arline is
dancing with Buz at Columbia Gardens. It’s all very romantic,
although hideously crowded.

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I went to look up Columbia Gardens on Google Maps. I found this.

Read more about Columbia Gardens want to read more about it read a guy’s MA thesis on the place

This is the face of a man who’s
wondering when to pop the question.

This is the face of a woman who
is deep in the midst of an existential dilemma.

Buz is suave. There’s no
getting down on one knee. He just subtly slips the ring out and holds
it up before her. She’s just as restrained, replying with a single

Maybe Tod was right. Maybe that
one moment of joy was worth it.

Buz whispers something in her
ear. Fittingly, we can’t hear it. This is their moment.

Then everything changes as Arline

Buz struggles to carry her out
through the crowd. You’d expect there to be a bit more reaction.

Outside the fair carries on,
oblivious, while Buz waits for the ambulance. A crowd has gathered,
the ubiquitous ‘they’re filming Route 66 and they need a crowd!’

Buz could be alone with Arline
for all the notice he takes of the people behind him.

‘Buz didn’t
tell me, and I’ll never ask, what it must have been like with
Arline in those first few minutes until the ambulance arrived,’ Tod
recounts in voiceover. ‘But as soon as he’d called for an
ambulance, he called me. I borrowed a car, only making one stop on
the way, and got to him as fast as I could. I stopped for Father

Here they all are. The guy
playing the Father almost slips over on the railing as he comes over,
and recovers very well. (I’m suddenly struck wondering if Tod
shouldn’t have got her aunt, too.)

Prior gets the nod from the doctor to do the last rites, as silent as
Arline’s nod was to Buz’s silent proposal.

I’m not afraid,’ she murmurs. Perhaps that’s the thing. When
death comes and is inevitable, dying is the only thing to do.

Buz isn’t happy.

not too pleased either. 

‘I was alive. I really was alive,’ Arline

Tod seems pleased at that.

reaches out for Buz’s hand, but her hand drops before he can take

is definitely not happy.

very much not happy.

much upset. There’s a lot of screaming. (If you want a happy
ending, she may not actually be dead. She swallows in the last shot
after this bit.)



fair goes on as if it doesn’t care about minor human tragedies.
Which it doesn’t.


Since I can’t reply to comments at the moment I’ll reply here – to ‘Bunched Undies’ – Thank you very much. I’m glad you enjoyed the post and thank you so much for putting a link to my site on your blog! I really appreciate it.

(Before we start, I really appreciate comments, but due to some kind of glitch I haven’t been able to reply to comments on my blogspot blogs for some weeks. I am really sorry about this.)I went to look up Columbia Gardens on Google Maps. I found this. Wikipedia tells us ‘The Berkeley pit grew with time until it bordered the Columbia Gardens, a large fairground established by Montana businessman William A. Clark . After the Gardens caught fire and burned to the ground in November 1973, the pit was expanded into the site.’ Does anyone else find that slightly suspicious?Read more about Columbia Gardens here . If youwant to read more about it read a guy’s MA thesis on the place here . (I’m not so dedicated. It’s 83 pages long. And I don’t think it mentions Route 66.)________________________________________________________________________________Since I can’t reply to comments at the moment I’ll reply here – to ‘Bunched Undies’ – Thank you very much. I’m glad you enjoyed the post and thank you so much for putting a link to my site on your blog! I really appreciate it.

[NEW] ‘Feast Your Eyes’ Turns Food Idioms from Around the World into Delicious Visual Puns | sixtysix visual – Sambeauty

Here in the States, we bring home the bacon, cry over spilt milk, and take it all with a grain of salt—all food idioms that are as American as apple pie. But we’re hardly alone in sporting a food-dominated vernacular. In Germany, for instance, to “add your mustard” is to inject an opinion, and “having salt in the head” in Croatia isn’t a medical emergency; it just means you have a seasoned mind. In their punnily titled photography series “Feast Your Eyes,” Adobe Creative Residents Isabel Lea and Aaron Bernstein conjure bold-color visual metaphors for different food sayings from around the globe. Isabel told us about how they researched the idioms, their creative process, and why food—especially when paired with uniform design—feeds multicultural understanding.

How did you discover and research the idioms?

With all the “Feast Your Eyes” project iterations me and Aaron do we try to make sure its underpinned by real insight and research. The process for this was a little unconventional, because we were collating something integrated into people’s everyday experience. We found the best [approach] was to ask questions to the people we knew to get an understanding, and then ask for idioms from a wider international audience via social media and forums to mine a collection of phrases. Most of these idioms were so intrinsic to the culture of the people we asked they didn’t think of it as special, interesting, or distinct. This insight helped fuel the importance of our project.

We also discovered you could group these phrases in different ways, such as proverbial, adjectives, action-based, etc., and that some themes were more common to certain cultures. For example, we found that a lot of Eastern food-related idioms were much more proverbial in nature, while a lot of Western countries made literal substitutions for food as other objects.

There were also common food themes within particular countries, teaching us something about their food habits, such as how Hindi phrases use a lot of mangos “wind-fallen mangos” are something easy or cheap; a “mango at the price of a stone” is a good deal; a “ripe mango” is a very old person; and “to have mangos and sell the seeds” is to have it all). And many foods transcended different languages in their popularity, such as milk (“mala leche” meaning bad milk or bad mood in Spanish, “no use crying over spilt milk” being common in English).

How did you stage and edit the photographs for “Feast Your Eyes”?

My background is in graphic design and typography, and Aaron’s is in photography, but we both have experience conceptualizing and art-directing projects. For the conceptual stage, we thought about which food items to use and how to subvert them to visualize the idiom. We settled on a removed, mid-century aesthetic for the overall visual direction in order to create a space removed from the cultural norms of each food. This creates a distinct space where the food and props would be recognizable and understandable to people of all different cultures.

Then we worked remotely between the UK and US but in collaboration, myself on designing the products and Aaron on the photography direction. We then met in London in order to shoot the project together. The sets were all physically built rather than relying on Photoshop, so this involved a lot of refining the sculptures of food and packaging. You can particularly see this in the German “mustard” visual, where we balanced bottles together to visualize too many opinions in a discussion. The packaging itself was designed to work as a clear prop element, allowing us to be playful with the way we crafted the scene and integrated food. From there, we shot a few variations and made our selects and edits based on how well the images communicated the phrase and how they worked together as a series.

Was there a concerted effort to choose a multicultural or food-related project? Any plans to keep the series going, or anything else in the pipeline for the residents?

For the Adobe Creative Residency, my focus is on language and Aaron’s is food. We found an interesting overlap in this space of food culture, and how the way we talk about food can teach us about socio-cultural themes. It seemed a natural fit to explore the idea of food idioms, something that intrigued us both—especially as we both speak English, but idioms are different even between the US and UK.

We still have many un-visualized phrases in our database which we’d like to bring to life. However, aside from this, the process taught us how much there is to explore within this intersection of food and language, so we plan to expand our project. We’re currently working together on an editorial piece exploring a different aspect of language and food, which also includes more academic research. We hope that we can continue to work with “Feast Your Eyes” as an ongoing collaborative project within this space for a long time.

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