driving in los angeles, dreaming of movie locations


we do an awful lot of Driving here in Los Angeles, as one might imagine, and something that makes it a whole lot Nicer (apart from music which we listen to constantly) is Spotting Movie Locations.


this is the very dog park where Diane Lane meets Mr. Cusack.



in Must Love Dogs.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAand this, dear friends, is the church where Judy *sighs* Garland RIPS off her veil at the memorial service (such a poignant scene) in A Star Is Born.


can you see this transmission in your territory (we couldn’t find the actual scene so here’s the Technicolo(u)r Trailer instead)

we even take pacific coast highway from malibu and then drive up San Vicente to go to Beverly Hills (a ridiculous route to avoid the freeway but when one has time – when one does – why Not?) because of Dudley Moore in 10.


10corniche3.2021if you can see this (and we’re aware that many of you can’t due to Copyright and so Forth outside the USA *sadlooktocamera*) then if you move the button to the right and find where 08:23 minutes is in This Clip you’ll see how lovely that Drive is (forgive the naughty Objectification done by Mr. Moore – it is a period piece now).


so there you have it.

Three drives and Three movie locations to inspire.

isn’t life delicious?

do you have a Movie Location near You?

or a Location where you’d like to Make a movie?

ah yes.

we have those too.


the night of a thousand judys and one fabulous justin sayre

 it’s a school-night (not that any of us are still schoolgirls….) so forgive the brevity of this post as team gloria should really be tucked up in brooks brothers PJs with a mug of hot (1 per cent, darlings) milk BUT we had to tell you about a new member of the list of glorious people, places and things – justin sayre.

justin is the host of “the meeting” which was held at joe’s pub this evening with the theme of “night of a thousand judys” (we thought judi dench too, but it was garland, keep up, love ;-) and he’s a riot! witty, naughty, beautiful singing voice, delightful baritone when interpreting for the straight people and a generally convivial nightclub (late) 1940s persona that would have gone down so well at the cafe de paris all those eons ago

we took the charming englishman JW with us who thoroughly got into the spirit with his pink drink, we were proud and pleased.

we laughed, we cried (especially after all the tributes and then herself came on – via the miracles of video-on-the-interweb – oh – such talent – such a drastic response to reality – but we get it…), we hummed along quietly in the ballads and (*blush*) even clapped along (NEVER seen before in public) with the more raucous tunes. good lord.