The current generation of Americans would only know Maggie Smith from the Harry Potter films.
And Angela Landsbury is forever the stodgy old biddy detective from that early 80s old folk’s home TV show Murder, she wrote, which these days is shown in 20 episode marathons opposite infinite numbers of Matlock episodes. You really can’t tell where one episode or show ends and the next one begins.
Ahh, Murder she Wrote, a small YV show based in, if I remember correctly, Cabot Cove, The Murderingest town in the whole Nor’East.
The rules of Cabot Cove:
1) If you live here, expect to be murdered, or accused (wrongfully) of murder.
2) Jessica Fletcher knows EVERYTHING about you, and if she doesn’t… She Will.
3) If you are a friend of Jessica Fletcher, and have not been murdered, or accused of
murder, watch your back and keep a log of whereabouts from hour to hour so you have
a good alibi.
4) If you are a friend of this writer, and have been accused and exonerated from a murder
charge, MOVE! For God’s sake, MOVE! Lose her phone number and NEVER tell her where you
moved! There is a good chance that you will return on an episode or movie with a knife
stuck in your back.
5) If you want to break any other law, this is the place for you. The police are inept
and this diva of detection has no time for the trivialities of mundane things such
as bank robbery or extortion unless it is part of one of her mysteries.
God, I hated that show…
Oh, She was an attractive female with few peers in her time,though.
I only remember her from the Disney movie Bedknobs & Broomsticks. Never thought of her as ‘hot’ but that B&W of her in a towel holding the cards is… well… hot. Reminds me of my wife.