The Magnificent Ambersons
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- 1942
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The magnificence of the
Ambersons began in 1873
Their splendour lasted throughout
all the years that saw their
midland town spread and
darken into a city.
In that town, in those days,
all the women who wore silk or velvet
knew all the other women who wore
silk or velvet
and everybody knew everybody else's
family horse and carriage.
the street car.
A lady could whistle to it from an upstairs
window
and the car would hold at once
and wait for her
while she shut her window, put on her hat
and coat, went downstairs, found an umbrella
told the girl what to have for dinner
and came forth from the house.
Too slow for us nowadays,
because the faster we are carried
the less time we have to spare.
During the earlier
years of this period
having their way with women,
there were seen men of
all ages to whom a hat
meant only that rigid
tall silk thing
known to impudents
as a "stove pipe."
But the long contagion of
the derby had arrived:
this hat would be a bucket,
next it would be a spoon.
bootjack, but high top boots
gave way to shoes
and congress gaiters
fashions that shaped them now with
toes like box ends, and now with
toes like the prows of racing shells.
Trousers with a crease were
considered plebeian; the
crease proved that the garment
had lain upon a shelf,
and hence was ready-made.
With evening dress, a gentleman
wore a tan overcoat...so short that
his black coattails hung visible
he lengthened his overcoat
till it touched his heels.
And he passed out of
his tight trousers
into trousers like great bags.
In those days,
they had time for everything:
time for sleigh rides, and balls,
and assemblies, and cotillions.
And open house on New Year's, and
all-day picnics in the woods.
And even that prettiest
of all vanished customs,
the serenade.
Of a summer night,
young men would bring an orchestra
under a pretty girl's window
a flute, harp, fiddle,
cello, coronet, bass viole,
melodies to the dulcet stars.
Against so home-spun a backdrop,
the magnificence of the Ambersons
was as conspicuous as a
brass band at a funeral.
There it is!
The Amberson mansion!
- The pride of the town!
- Well, well...
$60,000 for the woodwork alone!
- Hot and cold running water...
- Upstairs and down.
And stationary washstands in
every last bedroom in the place.
Is Miss Amberson at home?
No sir, Mr. Morgan.
Miss Amberson's not home.
Well, thanks Sam...
No sir, Miss Amberson ain't
home for you, Mr. Morgan.
Thanks.
- I guess she's still mad at him.
- Who?
- Isabel.
- Major Amberson's daughter.
Eugene Morgan's her best beau!
Took a bit too much to drink
the other night right out here,
- and stepped clean through the
bass fiddle that was serenadin' her!
- Well, well.
I haven't seen her since
she got back from abroad.
Isabel? Well sir, I don't know
as I know just how to put it,
but she's, she's kind of a,
delightful-looking young lady.
Wilbur? Wilbur Minafer?
Well, whaddya know!
Well, Wilbur may not be
any Apollo, as it were,
but he's a steady young businessman.
Wilbur Minafer!
Looks like Isabel's pretty
sensible for such a showy girl.
- To think of her takin' him!
- Yes, just because a man any
woman would like a thousand times
better was a little wild one night
- at a serenade.
- What she minds was him makin' a
clown of himself in her own front yard.
Made her think he didn't
care much about her!
She's probably mistaken, but it's too
late for her to think anything else now.
The wedding will be a
scooped-out blocks of ice,
a band, from out of town,
and then Wilbur will take
Isabel on the carefullest little
wedding trip he can manage.
And she'll be a good wife
to him, but they'll have
the worst-spoiled lot of children
this town will ever see.
How on earth do you figure
that out, Mrs. Foster?
She couldn't love Wilbur, could she?
Well! It'll all go to her children.
And she'll ruin them.
The prophetess proved to be
mistaken in a single detail merely,
Wilbur and Isabel did not have
"children," they had only one.
Only one,
But I'd like to know if he isn't
spoiled enough for a whole carload!
Again, she found none to challenge her
the Major's one grandchild,
was a princely terror.
Hey! Go, I guess you
think you own this town?
There were people...grown
people they were,
who expressed themselves longingly.
They did hope to live to
see the day, they said,
when that boy would
get his come-uppance.
- His...what?
- His come-uppance.
Something's bound to
take him down some day.
I only want to be there!
Nah, the little girly-curly,
Nah, the little girly-curly,
Say Bob, where'd you steal
your mother's old sash?
She stole it off our old
clothesline and gave it to me!
You go get your hair cut!
You and I haven't got any sister!
Yeah, I know you haven't at home.
I mean the one that's in jail!
I dare you to get out
of that pony cart!
I dare you outside that gate!
I dare ya half way here I dare ya!
Here I come, you...
Little boy!
Little boy!
That'll be enough of that!
You stop that, you!
I guess you don't know who I am!
Yes I do, and you're a
disgrace to your mother!
You shut up about my mother!
bad little boy like you!
Be silent you billy goat, you!
Pull down your vest, and
wipe off your chin,
and go to hell!
What!
This was heard not only by myself,
but by my wife, and the
lady who lives next door.
He's an old liar.
Georgie...you mustn't say "liar."
Dear, did you say
what he says you did?
Well, first I wouldn't wipe a
shoe on that old storyteller...
Georgie, you mustn't!
- I mean none of us Amberson's
wouldn't have anything to do with him.
- That's not what we're talking about.
I'll bet if he wanted to see any of us,
he'd have to go around to the side door.
- No, you shouldn't say...
- Please, father!
Forgive me, he doesn't see a
very tactful person, but...
He's just...riff-raff!
Oh, you mustn't say so!
And you must promise me never
I promise not to...
unless I get mad at somebody.
Wait'll they send him away to school.
Then he'll get it!
They'll knock the
stuffin' out of him!
the same stuffing.
Bloody siz! See here Bub, does
your mother know that you're out!
Turn down your pants,
you would-be dude!
When Mr. George Amberson
Minafer came home for the
holidays in his sophomore year,
Nothing about him
encouraged any hope
that he had received
his come-uppance.
Cards were out for a
ball in his honour.
And this pageant of the tenantry
was the last of the great
long-remembered dances
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