Peter Lorre & Sydney Greenstreet: "Hollywood Canteen"
Sometimes I just have to watch this clip a zillion times. Peter's dear little gorgeous face - those eyes, those lips! The way he modulates his cheekbones while his forehead is doing something different, his tremulous pout, his smile - and Sydney being so marvelously sinister and solid around Peter's fluttering, make this such a treat.
Prompted by seeing this still shot (snagged from @citizenscreen) that always makes me smile.
Ah for a waking dream of a low, husky voice inquiring, "Will there be anything else, ma'am?" followed by me leading Peter out through the kitchen and into a conveniently deserted alley.
My best, and worst (blurst?) thought before I go to sleep:
So Peter Lorre always wanted the role of Napoleon. He would have played it on the stage in a production called Napoleon the First, had it not fallen through in 1936... and again in 1937... basically for reasons beyond his control, the poor man never got to realize his dream role.
Le mot impossible n'est pas français
Anyway my absurd thought process went something like this:
current inexplicable obsession with all things Regency -> George IV and Napoleon were contemporaries -> if Peter Lorre had the chance to play Napoleon in historical fiction, who would be Prinny?
I've left this fine British actor, born in Sandwich, Kent, quite late but not because he comes low down my list of sexually attractive men. Quite the contrary.
For me, everything about him (including his voice) screams dominant sexual predator (here in "The Maltese Falcon" - 1941). Incredibly his film acting career didn't begin until he was 61 (although he was a stage actor for some time before then). We clearly missed out on a lot.
So let's look at his credentials, shall we?
Cigar smoker.
2. Balding (and often quite threatening).
3. Jowly.
4. Hefty (in fact, somewhat fat, but not too much. Just big enough for a good cuddle).
5. Leather glove wearer.
6. Impeccably well dressed.
7. Smouldering good looks.
Did I mention cigar smoker?
8. Looked fantastic in a hat.
All in all, the kind of man I would willingly have found myself held down by. I would willingly have done anything he wanted to please him.
Downsides: no facial hair (the occasional beard or moustache wouldn't have gone amiss); haven't found a picture with a pipe (but I'll keep looking); would like to see more of him in leather gloves, especially holding a pipe or cigar or with a revolver (reference his contemporary, the equally handsome Nigel Bruce). But that's about it, really.