I haven't seen an Old Maid app. Or a deck of Old Maid cards in a long time. Probably not very PC - the spinster was a real but unflattering stereotype of another era.
So I was quite surprised when Natalie broke out these two vintage decks of Old Maid cards from the wonderful emporium of meaningless ephemera that I have collected and held on to over the years, and wanted me to teach her how to play.
At one time the game was so popular they made various editions. Instead of Angry Birds - Back to School edition, or Cut The Rope Xmas holidays, we had Old Maid - Fairy Tale edition, or Circus Edition.
I liked the drawings and characters enough to want to share them here with you.
There is something kind of sad about that cartoon old woman, and about a game that basically is all about trying to get rid of her and foist her card off on your opponent.
I guess the best fairy tales and jokes always carry a bit of a sting, or a bittersweet quality, undernearth the sugar and cute.
And finally, here is the cover of my comic memoir of my days in Serbia filming "Therese Raquin".
Logically, I would have posted this first but it was the drawing that I finished last, after I got home, so here you have it in reverse order.
With a grateful acknowledgement of assistance from Elsita for the wonderful water coloring of the ink drawing.
Gundulicev venac was the wonderful name of the street I was living on with my roommate, the world class stills photographer Phil Bray. With his ear for language he picked up a smattering of passable Serb much better than I, but neither of us could ever remember or pronounce the name of our street!
Here is the last page of my comic memoir of the last few months in Serbia:
Pancevo is the town about 45 minutes outside of Belgrade where we filmed several different sets in one building that was an old museum.
Ivanovo was a frozen wasteland when we first scouted there in January, but became the lush green river banks of both the Raquin family's country home in Vernon and the lake outside Paris where the lovers murder their victim.
Kalemegdan is the old fortress park right in the city center of Belgrade where we built a metal gazebo to house a bear in our version of a proto-zoo.
And Simanovci is hardly a tourist destination, but a sign on the highway giving the name of the town closest to the acres of land in the countryside where the PFI soundstages were built.
From such disparate and incongruous elements were built the illusion of 19th Century Paris for our play.
Sorry for the long delay between posts. Making this movie in Serbia and managing affairs back home has been more than a full time gig this past month.
But idle hands are the devil's workshop, and I did have some late night time to finish drawing this comic book yarn of my adventures over here which I will be posting in installments for you to follow.