And when you go, you shoot the lights, you blow us all to bits
I leave this image as a sort of placeholder for The Beast of the City (1932), which I will have to write about some night when I don't have to get up early for a molasses flood commemoration. I was just watching it for Jean Harlow, but then there was the ending. I knew I liked Wallace Ford from Freaks (1932) and various older appearances as a character actor, but he appears to have joined the ranks of nicely weird-looking people I could watch all night. I haven't seen a body count like that since Tarantino.



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SERIOUSLY OMFG.
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I was watching this movie with
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"ROCKS FALL" etc. is in fact the only note I actually made on this movie last night.
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I really like it! And it's a good representation of its characters, unlike some production stills I have run into.
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... I would be seriously interested in that OT3, and am also aware that it is nowhere to be found in The Eagle and the Hawk. Which is a very good film in its own way! Just not the way that still implies.
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I keep wondering who I could ask to write it for me. (I don't want to write it myself; I am having enough trouble not dying in two separate research K-holes right now.)
Which is a very good film in its own way! Just not the way that still implies.
Agreed. I was not disappointed in it—I keep meaning to write about it, I just keep encountering other, more resonant or weirder things first—but there was not enough, i.e. any of shell-shocked Fredric March being desperately protective of Carole Lombard and Cary Grant.
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Yes! That's probably one of my favorites.
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I have a short spy B-movie with James Maxwell in called The Traitors which I really like (probably because it has James Maxwell in), but it is basically the kitchen sink drama of spy movies, v quiet and undramatic barring a showdown in a swimming pool right at the end.
Some time ago, I found the US posters for it:
And okay with the second one, national secrets do get stolen! But there the resemblance to anything in the film at all ends. (Nobody runs down a corridor! Nobody is even recognisable in any of those illustrations! Who is probably-James Maxwell hitting and why is he doing it back-handed? No female character is used as bait at any point!)
I can't think that anyone lured in by those posters would have a good time with The Traitors bless its "it's really boring being an actual spy" heart, but I suppose by then, the money would be in the box office's pockets. If a box office can have pockets.
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Those are extremely inauthentic!
I am reminded of the poster for World for Ransom (1954), which like the title is way more high-octane than the movie.
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But still, The Traitors has a great theme, though (although the film version isn't online anywhere, only the single release, which is faster).
Although, to be fair, at least no one tried to colorise it and then stopped bothering with people's hair because it was too hard like the Alfred Burke one with the aliens in Soho.
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I shall certainly try!
[edit] Part one of this commission, fulfilled.
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10:30 am in Langone Park.
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I think so! All slightly off-kilter to a leading man, but what's wrong with that?
I don't know if that face could twist into tears or a bitter laugh.
Both, in his plot position.