a case of the woollies

I have a major woolly crush on Monty Woolley. The holidays just wouldn't be the same without him at the manor. He happens to be in two of my favorite holiday films, The Bishop's Wife and The Man Who Came to Dinner. Interestingly enough, Woolley plays two completely opposite characters in these two movies, and I love him as both.


I'm totally in love with him as the charming, tweedy, bearded Professor Wutheridge, so thoughtful and intelligent, in his cozy book laden apartment, full of bits of sculpture and a special hidden bottle of never ending sherry, that stimulates, warms, and inspires, but never inebriates. I want to help decorate his little table top tree with the angel on top, then sit by his fire, his lucky ancient Roman coin, warm in the palm of my hand, listening to him read excerpts from his history manuscripts.

I also adore him as the professor's total antithesis, the brilliant, sharp tongued, Sheridan Whiteside, who bruises everyone around him with witty, Groucho-like insults. I want to be his personal assistant, just like Bette Davis, and handle all his business affairs, straighten his tie, bring him his slippers and maybe even his
woolly socks. Sigh. I'm smitten.