Just some random thoughts, musings and reflections on re-visiting episodes 5-7 of the insanely enjoyable Feud: Bette and Joan (2017) - Ryan Murphy’s deluxe eight-part TV mini-series covering the rivalry between veteran screen queens Bette Davis and Joan Crawford (above) during the making of What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? (1962) - on BBC2. (I originally watched Feud when it was first broadcast by FX in Spring 2017). I wrote about episodes 1-4 here.
Stuff I forgot to mention last time:
The clear plastic protective coverings on
all the furniture chez Crawford was no exaggeration (see below. Note the portrait by Margaret Keane).
Speaking of which: the Crawford Hollywood
mansion depicted in Feud is based on her actual home in Brentwood (the same one
featured in Mommie Dearest), but considerable artistic license has been taken.
By the time the action in Feud begins in 1961, Crawford no longer lived there: she had re-located to New York by then. But it’s understandable Murphy scrambled the
timeline and wanted to revive the Brentwood residence to starkly contrast
Crawford’s ostentatious and opulent movie star lifestyle with Bette’s earthier,
more modest and spartan New England-style domesticity.
And the décor is not slavishly faithful: Feud's brilliant art director Judy
Becker has said it’s a composite of several different Crawford homes from over
the years. That artificial pink cherry tree, for example, was from the luxurious
Manhattan apartment Crawford shared with her Pepsi mogul husband Al Steele, not
her Hollywood home. Read more here.
/ This is the closest, best view of that portrait I could find /
/ That cherry tree. The plastic on the sofas is visible here, too /
Ryan Murphy and Susan Sarandon’s conception of Bette Davis is deeply rooted in the character of Margo Channing, the temperamental chain-smoking stage diva Davis played in All About Eve (1950). In a deliberate evocation, we repeatedly see Sarandon chain-smoking while seated in front her dressing room make-up mirror, clad in a wig-cap and dressing gown, either putting on or removing make-up, just like Davis as Margo.
/ That cherry tree. The plastic on the sofas is visible here, too /
Ryan Murphy and Susan Sarandon’s conception of Bette Davis is deeply rooted in the character of Margo Channing, the temperamental chain-smoking stage diva Davis played in All About Eve (1950). In a deliberate evocation, we repeatedly see Sarandon chain-smoking while seated in front her dressing room make-up mirror, clad in a wig-cap and dressing gown, either putting on or removing make-up, just like Davis as Margo.
I love it that when Crawford needs to make
a phone call, she removes her clip-on earring first.
Episode
5: And The Winner Is … (The Oscars of 1963)
/ “Mr Cory, Joan Crawford's headed this way and she's not slowing down." /
Episode 4 concluded with a blood-curdling horror movie scream: Joan Crawford (Jessica Lange) had just learned that her nemesis, What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? co-star Bette Davis (Susan Sarandon), was nominated for the Best Actress Oscar - and she wasn’t! Episode 5 covers the 1963 Academy Awards ceremony where the vengeful Crawford – simmering with rage and jealousy – machinated behind the scenes to ensure she still managed to exultantly upstage Davis on the big night anyway.
Episode 4 concluded with a blood-curdling horror movie scream: Joan Crawford (Jessica Lange) had just learned that her nemesis, What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? co-star Bette Davis (Susan Sarandon), was nominated for the Best Actress Oscar - and she wasn’t! Episode 5 covers the 1963 Academy Awards ceremony where the vengeful Crawford – simmering with rage and jealousy – machinated behind the scenes to ensure she still managed to exultantly upstage Davis on the big night anyway.
Quick reminder: the 1963 best actress
nominees were Bette Davis for What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?, Geraldine Page
for Sweet Bird of Youth, Lee Remick for Days of Wine and Roses, Anne Bancroft
for The Miracle Worker, and Katharine Hepburn for Long Days Journey Into Night.
Part of Crawford’s anti-Bette Davis
campaign is to appeal to the other Best Actress nominees like Geraldine Page
and Anne Bancroft, asking if she can accept the award onstage on their behalf. (She targets these two in particular because they're currently acting onstage in plays in New York). When the perceptive Bancroft (Serinda Swan) inquires, “Will this make you
happy?” Crawford’s tensely-composed demeanor suddenly melts with gratitude. She’s clearly unused to kindness without
an agenda. “Desperately”, Lange exhales, eyes glittering with suppressed tears.
Crawford is encouraged in her scheming by toxic
gossip column doyenne Hedda Hopper (Judy Davis). Scenes between Lange and Davis
are always deliciously bitchy. Note the frankly homophobic distaste when Hopper
dismisses Katherine Hepburn with a shudder (“Her and those slacks”).
A highlight: the segment of Crawford’s beauty
preparations for the night, with an entire cadre of hair, wardrobe and make-up
people trooping into her mansion and up that sensational staircase. (Her stern
German maid Mamacita instructs them not to address Ms Crawford directly unless
she speaks to them first). Crawford was a vision in head-to-toe sparkling
silver at that Oscar ceremony (the beaded dress was by Edith Head). The
last-minute crowning touch was a dusting of glittery silver powder on her hair.
For this stage, Lange clamped a protective clear Perspex mask over her face: a
wonderfully kitsch, bizarre touch.
/ Buy your own hair spray mask for just $2.98! /
Before she departs, veteran director and long-time confidante George Cukor visits and attempts to discourage Crawford, warning she risks appearing petty and vindictive. “Joanie, you’re better than this.” Crawford ruefully admits, “No - I’m not.” As Feud amply demonstrates, one of Crawford’s great self-defeating weaknesses – perhaps her Shakespearean tragic flaw - is an inability to forgive a slight, whether real or imagined. (That was true of Davis as well).
Other highlights: Crawford to the teenage Patty
Duke (miniature chihuahua in her handbag) backstage: “An Oscar winner at 17…
the only way to go is down!” The long sequence of Crawford leading David
Lean through the entire backstage maze of the auditorium, in a completely uncut
fluid shot. A bravura display of dazzling film-making by Ryan Murphy worthy of
comparison to the similar scene with Ray Liotta in Martin Scorses’s Goodfellas (1990).
Catherine Zeta-Jones as Olivia de Havilland
is reminded that she had a showdown of her own at The Academy Awards – with her
sister Joan Fontaine in 1947. The sisters were famously competitive and prickly
with each other. There is an infamous photo of Best Actress winner de
Havilland, clutching her statuette, deliberately “blanking” Fontaine when she
attempts to congratulate her. “I wasn’t turning my back on my sister in that
photo,” de Havilland insists. “I just didn’t see that she was there.”
Weirdly, Davis herself feels sidelined in
this episode. Even though she is the Oscar nominee, Crawford’s story-line feels
more urgent. Coincidentally, both Davis and Crawford wore gowns by Edith Head to
the 1963 Oscar ceremony. Proof of Davis’ total indifference to her appearance –
a friend of hers claims Davis accidentally wore her dress backwards that night! Read his account here.
In the end, Bancroft wins the Best Actress Academy Award and as arranged, a regal and serene Crawford stubs out her cigarette in the wings and strides onto the stage to accept in her absence, while an aghast Davis watches open-mouthed in defeat. Radiant and triumphant in the spotlight, Crawford even poses for photos with the night’s Academy Award winners as if she had indeed won an Oscar herself. In her reliably excellent analysis of each episode of Feud, The New York Times’ Sheila O’Malley concludes “Lange sweeping onto that stage, (is) a moment that does what it is supposed to do: remind you of who Crawford was, the scope of her career, her pain, her craziness, her dogged refusal to “go gentle” into any night, good or otherwise. Lange makes us understand why.” The equally shrewd Dan Callahan in Nylon: “Lange is the most Joan-like she has ever been in this episode and really emphasizes Crawford’s physical rigidity, her piss-elegant diction, her frosty warrior surface, and the insecurities and pain roiling away underneath it.”
/ The actual Crawford with Gregory Peck (winner of Best Actor for To Kill a Mockingbird) /
But the episode ends on a downbeat “Was it
worth it?” note: an abject Crawford alone at home in her bedroom, positions
Bancroft’s Oscar next to her own (the one she won in 1946 for Mildred Pierce)
and contemplates them blankly. As Crawford will soon learn, her “victory” has
been Pyrrhic and her life and career are both beginning to circle the drain.
Episode
6: Hagsploitation
The episode opens with a loving recreation
of the trailer for 1964 el cheapo horror movie Strait-Jacket (“Strait-Jacket!
It slices through the limits of suspense!” “Strait-Jacket may go beyond the
limits of your ability to endure suspense!”), then cuts to a screening of the
film introduced onstage by director William Castle himself to a cinema full of
rowdy adolescents. An inter-title alerts us the location is Woodward, Oklahoma.
In real life, Castle – the b-movie “King of the Gimmicks” – and leading lady Crawford
did indeed tour cinemas nation-wide promoting the film. (In Feud, Crawford
describes it as a “goddamned Lizzie Borden routine.” Davis dismissively calls
it “her cow town carnie act”).
In a stroke of ingenious hip casting Castle is played by cult filmmaker and peoples’ pervert John Waters. (Waters has always been voluble about Castle as one of his most beloved original filmmaking influences. The chapter “Whatever Happened to Showmanship?” in his book Crackpot is devoted to Castle). Noting an abandoned strait-jacket on the floor, Castle hammily warns the audience “Don’t panic - but a mad woman is loose in this theatre!” Crawford – resplendent in a blood-red gown and wielding a toy ax – emerges and walks down the aisle as the teenage hooligan audience pelts her with popcorn. Lange nails Crawford’s cocktail of mixed emotions as her face flickers with gracious smiles, irritation and embarrassment, all while striving to maintain her refined hauteur. She’s further enraged when an assortment of pin-up cuties dressed as sexy nurses materialize from the wings with cardboard hatchets. “What the hell is this? You said no more gimmicks!” Castle hisses, “Well do you want a hit, Joan? Or don’t you?” (Feud depicts this Strait-Jacket promotional tour as a source of mortification for Crawford. Others have recalled that Crawford enjoyed the opportunity to revel in attention and meet her public).
In a stroke of ingenious hip casting Castle is played by cult filmmaker and peoples’ pervert John Waters. (Waters has always been voluble about Castle as one of his most beloved original filmmaking influences. The chapter “Whatever Happened to Showmanship?” in his book Crackpot is devoted to Castle). Noting an abandoned strait-jacket on the floor, Castle hammily warns the audience “Don’t panic - but a mad woman is loose in this theatre!” Crawford – resplendent in a blood-red gown and wielding a toy ax – emerges and walks down the aisle as the teenage hooligan audience pelts her with popcorn. Lange nails Crawford’s cocktail of mixed emotions as her face flickers with gracious smiles, irritation and embarrassment, all while striving to maintain her refined hauteur. She’s further enraged when an assortment of pin-up cuties dressed as sexy nurses materialize from the wings with cardboard hatchets. “What the hell is this? You said no more gimmicks!” Castle hisses, “Well do you want a hit, Joan? Or don’t you?” (Feud depicts this Strait-Jacket promotional tour as a source of mortification for Crawford. Others have recalled that Crawford enjoyed the opportunity to revel in attention and meet her public).
/ Like a loving reproduction of an old master: (above) the original Strait-Jacket. Below: Feud's recreation /
/ Above: Joan Crawford in Strait-Jacket /
/ Crawford promoting Strait-Jacket /
/ Above: Joan Crawford in Strait-Jacket /
/ Crawford promoting Strait-Jacket /
We next see Crawford returning home, booze-sodden
and bickering with the long-suffering Mamacita. (“You’re a servant, don’t ever
forget that!”). In a sudden spasm of alcoholic
self-loathing and frustration, Crawford smashes a bowl of chrysanthemums (a
gift from George Cukor!) against the wall, narrowly missing Mamacita, who threatens
to leave her. (“You’re crazy!”). The scene concludes with a Sirkian shot of
Crawford – trembling, distraught and alone - self-medicating with a tumbler of
vodka while her serenely beautiful, idealized oil portrait observes from above
the mantelpiece.
As this episode reveals, the box-office success
of Baby Jane has seemingly changed the fortunes of no one involved. Crawford,
Davis, Jack Warner, Robert Aldrich and Hedda Hopper are all reaching the end,
unfulfilled and resentful. “I’m in the twilight of my days,” Warner confesses
to Aldrich. But it’s worse for Crawford and Davis: “If it’s twilight for us,
it’s midnight for them.”
This episode explores the genesis of Hush,
Hush Sweet Charlotte (1965). Jack Warner has noticed the sudden spate of “hag”
films post-Baby Jane. “Degradation! You take some movie queen of yore who was
once too be beautiful to screw us and you make her suffer. Tearing down your
idols – it’s very satisfying for an audience.” He’s determined to reassemble
the key figures again for What Ever Happened to Cousin Charlotte? (the movie’s working
title). “Every studio is struggling to find their own hag horror picture. And
we’ve got the two original hags!” Warner roars. “Get those two harpies’
signatures on the dotted line!” Aldrich is horrified at the prospect of working
with Crawford and Davis again. And they are resistant to the idea too. Aldrich
trying to explain to reluctant Crawford why Charlotte will be different from
Jane: “This time you will kill the
cleaning lady!” After taking endless abuse from Warner, Aldrich gets the last
laugh and takes Charlotte to Darryl F Zanuck at Twentieth Century Fox
instead.
In a subplot, we learn Crawford is being
blackmailed with the threat of a revelation of stag films she made as a struggling young
actress in the 1920s. And Hedda Hopper knows about it. Hopper visits to
disclose she’s recently suffered a heart attack and that the brush with
mortality has made her reflect on her life’s achievements. She muses on the
careers she’s destroyed: “the Reds, the queers, the whores, the cheaters and
dope-heads …” Just when you expect her to express remorse, Hopper concludes
“And I felt … good! That I contributed to our moral economy!” (A great moment
for Judy Davis). In fact, Hopper is there because she’s been tipped off about
the rumored “blue movies” and wants the exclusive – exposing the self-serving flimsiness
of her “friendship” with Crawford. “The perfect final scoop for my readers!” When
Crawford refuses, Hopper threatens, “Just remember – it’s always better to
cooperate.”
And Crawford’s blackmailer turns out to be
– her parasitic older brother Hal. She visits him at the low-rent hotel where
he works as a desk clerk, buying his silence with some dirty, dirty bribe money.
(He’s been liaising with gossip columnist Louella Parsons – Hopper’s arch
rival. Ryan Murphy could do a whole other series on the decades-long feud between Hopper and
Parsons). The reptilian Hal calls Crawford “Billie”. (Lucille, Billie, Joanie,
Crawfish – she’s a woman of many aliases). “Miss big, fat movie star!” he
hisses at her – the same insult Jane Hudson hurls at Blanche in Baby Jane. “I
just want you to remember where you came from, Billie – and how lucky you are!”
Imperiously clicking on her movie diva sunglasses and striding out, Crawford
growls, “I have never been lucky.” Their exchange hints at the impoverished horror
of her early life and how it informs Crawford’s present-day behavior.
By the way: the Joan Crawford stag films are almost
certainly apocryphal. Certainly, no trace of them has ever surfaced over the
decades. In his 1984 book Hollywood Babylon II, the not-exactly-reliable Kenneth
Anger includes a few naughty postcard-style shots of a woman who resembles a young flapper-era
Crawford in various stages of undress (in one, in a lesbian clinch with another
woman). But that’s as close as it gets. During the initial transmission of Feud,
Vanity Fair magazine ran a regular online “fact-checking” feature. One article
was devoted to the stag film urban myth and it cited as sources biographers
Charlotte Chandler and David Bret – two fraudulent hacks not to be trusted!
None of the reputable Crawford biographies has ever claimed they existed.
/ From Kenneth Anger's Hollywood Babylon II: Is this a young Joan Crawford? Or is it the power of suggestion? Just like that famous nudie pic of pre-fame James Dean, would you think it was him if someone hadn't suggested it was first? /
Crawford and Davis re-uniting face-to-face
for the read-through of the Charlotte script genuinely crackles with tension
and excitement. For their parking lot confrontation, Crawford is wildly
over-dressed in black cocktail dress and furs (Davis is in her signature cardigan,
flats and Capri pants). “Nice dress, Lucille! You can go straight from day to
night in that get-up!” Inevitably, both are wearing killer cat’s eye
sunglasses. (I love it when Mamacita calls the blunt, domineering Bette “that
terrible Miss Davis”).
/ The cast of Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte assemble for the script read-through: Joseph Cotton, Bette Davis and (dressed for the cocktail lounge) Joan Crawford. Note that each of them has a pair of killer cat's eye sunglasses on the table in front of them /
/ “Does the syntax here concern anyone else at the table?" /
/ “Does the syntax here concern anyone else at the table?" /
Crawford and Hal have one last ugly confrontation
at the hospital just before his death. “Underneath you’re rotten trash, like
me!” he spits – exactly the kind of thing the dysfunctional Hadley sibling insulted each
other with in Douglas Sirk’s Written on the Wind (1956). The spite in their exchanges is almost violent, like a slap across the face. Sure, this is soap opera, but deluxe, incredibly
satisfying soap opera. Once again, Lange nails Crawford’s fascinating mix of conflicted
emotions when she hears of Hal’s death. First priority: cancelling the payment of
his last blackmail cheque!
Charlotte is being filmed on location in
Baton Rouge, Louisiana. No one is there to greet Crawford and Mamacita when
they arrive at the airport. An unforgivable transgression! Deliberate? Davis is
a producer on the film – is she out to humiliate and punish her rival? At the
hotel, the desk clerk says their room won’t be ready for an hour. The
indignity! Crawford and Mamacita are staying
in a sensational atomic-era bungalow painted in shades of pink and seafoam green. (Connie Francis’ lush heartbreak ballad “Don’t Break the Heart That Loves You”
soars on the soundtrack in this scene). There’s not even an awaiting complimentary gift basket! “It
stinks! They have put us next to the garbage!” Mamacia kvetches. “It’s
Louisiana. Everything has the sweet smell of rot,” Crawford replies, a line
worthy of Blanche DuBois in A Streetcar Named Desire. When Crawford phones Aldrich and hears Davis’ laughter
in the background, complaining the champagne is getting warm, her humiliation is
complete.
Episode
7: Abandoned
This episode covers the fraught making of
Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte. Crawford is wracked with paranoia, certain that
co-star Davis and director Aldrich are in cahoots behind her back and “engaging
in some tawdry bacchanal.” Is this Davis’ revenge for Crawford campaigning against her during the 1963 Oscars? With her producer credit, Davis has license to throw
her weight around, issuing orders to Crawford with an abrupt tone (“why don’t
you find a dark air-conditioned spot and lie down?”) and interfering with
Aldrich’s direction of Crawford’s performance (“You’re not going to let her do
it this way, are you?”). Perhaps understandably, Crawford confronts Davis with
the accusation, “This entire production is an elaborate opportunity for you to
humiliate me, isn’t it?”
Lange depicts a Crawford that is fragile
but prepared for battle. “I am not drinking on this project. I need a clear
head.” She seizes control where she can – with her appearance. There’s a nice
scene of Crawford regally seated at her dressing room mirror while frustrated make-up
man Monte Westmore stands by idly. “The
brows are mine – and the lips,” she cautions. Westmore can only proffer a
series of false eye-lashes for her approval. Eventually an increasingly
distraught Crawford - antagonized by Davis - snaps, falls off the wagon and starts drinking slugs from
her flask of vodka in her trailer.
/ Crawford's hair and make-up tests for Hush, Hush ... so many wiglets! /
/ Crawford's hair and make-up tests for Hush, Hush ... so many wiglets! /
“Abandoned” zeroes-in on the anguish and insecurities
that bedeviled both Crawford and Davis. Crawford is convinced she will always
be regarded as trash, unlike the “real” actress Davis: “I broke (into show
business) shaking my fringe in nightclubs! I’d come home after a gig with
scotch on my dress. And I’ll always have that stain on me!” Davis is haunted by
her supposed physical unattractiveness. “You should have seen how the most
beautiful woman who ever lived (meaning Crawford) treated me back in the day!”
she fumes to Aldrich, revealing her long-term animosity towards Crawford. “And I
remember thinking then, beauty fades – just wait. And it did.” She recalls her
first Hollywood screen test with Jack Warner at Warner Brothers when she was 22-years old (and
still a virgin). “Who would want to fuck that?” she overheard Warner say. Decades
later, his words are still a raw wound. Later, in an angry show-down, Crawford
screams at Davis, “The answer to feeling unattractive isn’t to make yourself
even uglier!” Her acting is exemplary, but this is when Sarandon’s physical
appearance presents a major dilemma. She is gorgeous throughout Feud (that jawline!
Those cheekbones!), and simply too beautiful to deliver these lines
convincingly. Why didn’t the makers of Feud make Sarandon frowsier, more
ravaged like the actual Davis was at this point? Davis herself reveled in looking like a total gorgon onscreen!
/ Above: Davis as Charlotte Hollis. Below: Sarandon /
/ Above: Davis as Charlotte Hollis. Below: Sarandon /
Behind the scenes, we also witness Davis’ heartbreak over her daughter BD’s impending marriage. BD is appalled when Davis tactlessly tells her, “Your first wedding is the one you remember the most.” This leads to a mother-daughter argument and – in another glorious Sirkian moment – the camera pulls out to isolate a tormented and solitary Davis framed in the living room doorway.
In an ultimately self-defeating act,
Crawford checks herself into Cedars Sinai hospital with a mystery respiratory ailment to hold-up Charlotte’s production
and try to wrest back some control. Crawford is, of course, an exquisitely
glamorous patient, impeccably coiffed and wearing a series of caftans and bed
jackets, surrounded by sprays of get-well bouquets. This ends in defeat when
the studio doctor finds Crawford perfectly healthy (and the hunky young doctor rebuffs
her seduction attempt). If she opts not
to return to work, Crawford will be sued for breaching her contract.
Unbeknownst to Crawford, the role of Miriam
is being re-cast. Among the contenders: Loretta Young, Barbara Stanwyck and
Vivien Leigh. (When asked why she rejected the part, Leigh famously replied, "No,
thank you. I can just about stand looking at Joan Crawford's face at
six o'clock in the morning, but not Bette Davis’”). Katherine Hepburn was also
reportedly considered, but Feud doesn’t mention her. Finally, the part goes to Davis’
friend Olivia de Havilland. (We see a hilarious glimpse of Catherine Zeta Jones
recreating de Havilland in the 1964 exploitation shocker Lady in a Cage). I happen to think Olivia de Havilland is excellent
as Miriam: she masters a note of subtle, purring, honey-toned villainy with a
light touch. But obviously Crawford in the role is one of cinema’s great “What
Ifs”. And more to the point: what ever happened to the Charlotte footage shot
with Crawford? Was it destroyed? How come none of it has ever surfaced? It would be fascinating to see.
/ Above: Joan Crawford as Miriam in Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte. Below: Olivia de Havilland as Miriam in the completed film /
When Crawford hears the news on her bedside radio, she responds by hurling a vase of flowers at the wall, narrowly missing Mamacita. (Not again!). This is the last straw for Mamacita, who promptly quits. “You can’t leave me now, not when they’ve done this to me!” Crawford wails. “You have done this to yourself,” Mamacita huffs, utterly deadpan, as she departs. An agonized Crawford thrashes and flails on the hospital corridor floor to the strains of Patti Page singing the theme to Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte on the soundtrack.
/ Above: Joan Crawford as Miriam in Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte. Below: Olivia de Havilland as Miriam in the completed film /
/ Once Crawford was banished, the key players
of Charlotte assembled for this “screw you” photo opportunity. Crawford was, of
course, a Pepsi spokeswoman so the Coca Cola cooler is a deliberate direct
insult /
When Crawford hears the news on her bedside radio, she responds by hurling a vase of flowers at the wall, narrowly missing Mamacita. (Not again!). This is the last straw for Mamacita, who promptly quits. “You can’t leave me now, not when they’ve done this to me!” Crawford wails. “You have done this to yourself,” Mamacita huffs, utterly deadpan, as she departs. An agonized Crawford thrashes and flails on the hospital corridor floor to the strains of Patti Page singing the theme to Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte on the soundtrack.
Two other things I loved about this
episode: the glimpse of Mamacita meticulously removing and re-rolling the clear
plastic covering from the hotel room beds so she and Crawford can go to sleep.
When Davis throws a raucous cocktail party in her hotel room, the song playing
is “Dottie Ann” by The Royal Teens. Absolutely killer tune!
Right - there is so much to unpack with Feud's finale (episode 8 entitled "You Mean All This Time We Could Have Been Friends?") it will get its own separate blog post.
Right - there is so much to unpack with Feud's finale (episode 8 entitled "You Mean All This Time We Could Have Been Friends?") it will get its own separate blog post.
