Omar Sharif (Funny Girl, Lawrence of Arabia)—Dark and thrilling, strange and sweet, honey in your ear, spice in your mouth, he was Sherif Ali the Arab, Yuri Zhivago the Russian, Colonel Grau the German and much much much more, here's to the one and only Omar Sharif---- Pharaoh of romance!!! (I'm sorry Im stealing lyrics from the song "Omar Sharif" but it ain't lying!)
Toshiro Mifune (Rashumon, Seven Samurai, Grand Prix, Stray Dog)—i love and respect my boi tab hunter (rest in peace you beautiful, beautiful man ❤️), but after i watched like 12 of his movies in a row on tcm last year, i ALSO love and respect toshiro mifune, son of a literal actual hatamoto’s (a high-ranking samurai) daughter, also very possibly related to the best judokan EVER, AND, he’s the guy who SHOULD have been obi-wan kenobi. the fact that he’s ALSO hot as hell just adds to his appeal.
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[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]
Toshiro Mifune propaganda:
"In addition, he spoke fluent mandarin and every time he was casted in foreign films, he said his lines in the language of the movie (although they ended up dubbing him. He wasn’t happy about it though).”
Submitted: this gifset
Also submitted: this video (yes, that one)
"Crucial Toshiro Mifune propaganda: THOSE LEGS."
"That is hella muscle. Go watch The Hidden Fortress, aka Star Wars A New Hope. His thighs deserve an award."
Omar Sharif propaganda:
"he and Peter O'Toole didn't have the heaviest "we're fucking" energy in Lawrence of Arabia for nothing!"
"Additional Omar Sharif propaganda (I am counting as propaganda both the way he looks and the way Peter O'Toole is looking at him.)"
Peter Falk (The Great Race, Robin and the 7 Hoods)—let me just quote Frank Capra: "the entire production was agony ... except for Peter Falk. He was my joy, my anchor to reality. Introducing that remarkable talent to the techniques of comedy made me forget pains, tired blood, and maniacal hankerings to murder Glenn Ford (the film's star)." i also just find scrungly little guys to be the peak of attraction.
Omar Sharif (Funny Girl, Lawrence of Arabia)—he and Peter O'Toole didn't have the heaviest "we're fucking" energy in Lawrence of Arabia for nothing!
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Peter Falk propaganda:
"listen Peter Falk saved the day for me in robin in the 7 hoods. he saved me in it's a mad mad mad mad world. he damn right resuscitated me in the great race. every movie this man is in is made better by his presence and he should eat the competition alive."
Submitted: "1:56:30 on for Peter Falk's ass in It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World. yes he falls off a building yes he drives a cab yes he hates the cops"
I can only say that she was
beautiful, and lonely, and generous.
And she also liked to laugh… Sometimes.
In fact, I should not have said these posthumous words, although it is true that Ava Gardner and I met, talked, and had fun, although it is also true that we were brought together by idle evenings and sleepless nights, petty quarrels, shared views and laughed our heads off. In short, we had been almost friends for a whole month. And it was a long time ago, at the time when Ava Gardner starred in the movie Mayerling.
Handsome Omar Sharif, her son in the script, had a completely paternal affection for her in life — she awakened this feeling in all those men whose hearts she did not break. Despite the fleeting nature of this meeting, which nevertheless entered my life, I imagined how the choir of those people who were attracted to her alive was burying her mortal remains -- a lot of male voices whispering hackneyed and passionate words: "What did you like about me? Why did you leave me? Why didn't you believe me? Why did you tell me all this?"… A male discord in which passion combined longing and misunderstanding; however, the audience sang the same melodies, but in rapture, because Ava Gardner was different. She was more beautiful than her rivals, more immoral and uninhibited. And no one was more lonely than she was.
She was like a very beautiful and therefore very noble animal… and very strange. She gave her lovers no choice, no explanation, they had no future with her, because her beauty emphasized the gap—sometimes implicit on the screen—between sensuality and vulgarity.
And Ava Gardner's career was inexplicably paradoxical: no falls, no fame, no skyrocketing, no genuine recognition among colleagues; beauty overwhelmed everything else in her, she played only her beauty.
She was not a prisoner of her own beauty, like Bardot, was not wounded by it, like Marilyn Monroe, was not driven to madness by it, like Greta Garbo. The calm beauty existed as if parallel to its owner. That's why even women loved her: none of them could imagine an actress at the family hearth, and no one was offended by her for that; no man could imagine Ava Gardner as a faithful wife, although some were desperate because of this impossibility.
-En essay by the French writer Françoise Sagan, Feb. 1990 (pt 1)