Happy Half-Christmas!















Ida Lupino admires her special Robert Ryan Glass Ornament tree in Beware, My Lovely.

You have six months left to shop.  You have been warned.


Site Fiddling

If you’ve been here before, you may notice it looks a bit different.  Slightly different theme allowing for some more modern widgetizing.  It plays hell with formatting of old posts though, so you’ll seem some weirdness in older stuff here for awhile.  They’re getting fixed as I get to them.

Ah, Let’s Have Some Posters

Apocalypse Now


Dames Don’t Care (Bernard Borderie, 1954)


A Thousand And One Nights (Fernando Cortes,1958)


The Bride Wore Black (Francois Truffaut, 1968)bride_wore_black_ver3

MIA On R1 DVD #8 Looking For Mr. Goodbar

Looking For Mr. Goodbar (Richard Brooks, 1977)






















 It was both popular and controversial in its day, culturally significant even, but is perplexingly hard to see now. Why the disappearing act? Popular DVD-enthusiast rumor mongering says it’s because the soundtrack is a pain to relicense.












Maybe, but haven’t a lot of these songs been licensed dozens of times for dozens of uses? Hasn’t the TimeLife Library worked over Boz Scaggs’ Lowdown or Bill Withers’ Use Me to the point where licensing ought to more or less come free with Happy Meals?

Meanwhile, In The Real World…













 Astonishing things are happening in Iran today, yet you’d scarcely know it from much of the mainstream media. Some very brave Iranians are making a stand. They may not get what they want in the end, but they deserve our respect and prayers. Andrew Sullivan at The Atlantic has been doing great work aggregating the various snippets of information, frequently in the form of tweets and youtube uploads. If you’ve not been following the story, hop over and give it a few minutes. Revolutions don’t happen every day.















A University Student’s Dorm Room Door

And now back to the silly old cinema.

The Bit I Like More Than Maybe I Should #4

The 1,000 Eyes Of Dr. Mabuse (Fritz Lang, 1960)

A Fugue In Nicotine…


Smoke. Smokety-smoke smoke smoke.


Puff puff, smoke, draaag.

It’s as if Lang knew that this was to be the last film he’d ever make, realized he hadn’t publicized cancer sticks as much as he’d meant to when he was just starting out, and decided to make up for it in one nicotine-infested scene.


Look at all the smoking paraphernalia on the desk! Ashtrays for everybody!


Sometimes the smoke thoroughly engulfs entire heads.


Sometimes lovely little smoke rings waft across.


The fellow on the left…he’s smoking when the scene starts, and I do believe he lights up two more before this meeting is done.


So enjoy, you chain-smoking Teutons! All except the white-haired guy on the right – he doesn’t smoke, doesn’t light up, doesn’t even condescend to casually brandish even one ciggy!

Do you think he feels like less of a man than his colleagues? Or just maybe he has some inkling of what lung cancer’s all about, and thinks he’s the smart one? Enjoy your roomful of solid secondhand smoke!

You know, Lang had a reputation as a guy not afraid of multiple takes and substantial fiddling with his setups. They probably had to burn a lot more smokes that day than are apparent in the end product. I wonder if a few of the cast/crew didn’t end up turning a little green before all this was over.

Just Five Shots #4

The Fall Of The House Of Usher (Roger Corman, 1960)


Well That Was Unexpected

I didn’t plan to stop posting for a month+, it just sort of happened. It turns out regular blogging is not 100% compatible with being a husband, homeowner, full-time employee, and father of three (two under a year old). At least not a good one. Who knew?

Let’s try this again and see how it goes. All things in moderation. Over the weekend I’ll see if I can’t get a head of steam up and fire up some posts, as there’s plenty to talk about/gawp at.

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