Thursday, February 11, 2010

Dear Dick Powell

Dear Dick Powell of the 30's,

I do not like you. You are whiney, whimpy and I don't care for your singing.
Sincerely, Lolita


Dear Dick Powell of the 40's,

I like you. You have matured, roughened and your acting ain't half bad.
Sincerely, Lolita

9 comments:

  1. OMG YOU SUCK SO HARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  2. Amy Jeanne... If it wasn't for Murder My Sweet with the older D Powell, I wouldn't like him at all! :-D Hehehe are you going to unfriend me now? Hahahaha just teasing. You can have D Powell and I will keep C Grant and we'll lust together over our dead boyfriends...

    Tayva... I knew AJ would say something! lol

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  3. hear hear! A tale of two Dicks, indeed. :)

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  4. Jewlover2... It really is two completely different Dick Powells! I am glad the older one came around. Prancer Powell was just not for me. Although I love the movies he is in, he just bugs me.

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  5. I couldnt agree more...I sometimes wonder whether he got knocked in the head around 1938? I think it was while he was filming Cowboy from Brooklyn...:)

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  6. So maybe it was more of a hypnotism thing *chuckle*

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  7. Hahaha something happened for sure. I am glad it did. :)

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