Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum, Bring out the coffin... let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead, Scribbling on the sky the message: He is Dead. Put crepe b
-Maybe I don't like you. -Me? Nah? Forget those goofy hair styles and chick cliches. This is a movie about Ford's business formal masculinity, Alex's young, serious devotee, and Ann Roth's shirtwaister & sneakers design.