Woo-hoo! As you all know, whenever I run into a Major Cultural Note about atheism, I report it. At very tiresome length...
The other night I watched
Bachelor In Paradise, a 1961 flick with Bob Hope and Lana Turner.
Usual Tedious Personal Explanation: this thing was filmed where I live - in the San Fernando Valley. That's a suburb of Los Angeles that has been described as "Long Island with the top down."
But in 1961, the tract homes and suburban sprawl were still being built. Heck, the trees had just been planted and you can see that in the movie.
As Robby Cress says better than I can, on his Dear Old Hollywood blog:
...to anyone who appreciates mid-century (20th century) fashion and design, the look of this film is stunning. The mid-century tract homes, an early suburban grocery store, bowling alley, tiki bar, cars, drive-in restaurant, clothes - everything in this film is a colorful step back in time.Cress even tracked down Lana Turner's house in the movie, which is still standing in Woodland Hills. And THE CARS! Yes! Everybody drives humongous 1961 Chrysler Corp. convertibles!!! Be still, my beating heart! e.g., Turner has a gold Plymouth with "Tri-Tone" upholstery.
http://dearoldhollywood.blogspot.com/search/label/Bob%20HopeAs for the movie itself...well, by 1961 Bob Hope was somewhat past his shelf life as a Swingin' Ladies Man, with his pouchy eyes and prominent bald spot. And Lana Turner was only 3 years past the scandal of her gangster boyfriend Johnny Stompanato being stabbed to death by her 14-yr-old daughter. (Cultural cross-reference: you may recall that Stompanato was a character in James Ellroy's novel
L.A. Confidential.)
Still, this line made me laugh. The movie locale is a suburb named "Paradise Village." When Hope arrives, he says:
"Sorry I'm late. My cab driver couldn't find Paradise. He's an atheist."Other cultural x-refs: in 1961, the landmark school prayer decisions were still a year away, although more than 30 states had already outlawed sectarian prayers in school. The economy was booming, despite a crippling corporate tax rate of about 90%...cough. Milton Friedman and his buddies were still considered cranks and crackpots. And almost the only people taking LSD were unwitting CIA test subjects.