The one great moment of the fifties-Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr in From Here to Eternity-introduced a style of kissing that would reach its logical, though extreme, conclusion in beach party movies. The glory days of movie kissing, the thirties and the forties, had passed, although I was trying to catch up with them by watching late shows on TV. Besides, look at the movies I had to learn from when I was growing up in the fifties. They remember the famous ones, many of which are shown here, but most often the exciting image is of the star alone: Mae West slowly slurring lines, Bogart smoking, Monroe just walking, or Mitchum, without his shirt, lazily surveying a room. It’s odd that when people talk about erotic moments in movies, they rarely mention kisses. Of course, looking back, I see that I had an excuse. My first kiss came after a high school date to the movies I tried to recall the rough, sure moves of Brando in A Streetcar Named Desire and combine them with the nonchalance of Bogart in To Have and Have Not that caused Lauren Bacall to remark, “It’s better when you help.” I managed a rough, sure, nonchalant smack right on my date’s nose. Read more here about our archive digitization project.Įveryone I know learned to kiss from the movies. We have left it as it was originally published, without updating, to maintain a clear historical record. This story is from Texas Monthly ’s archives.
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