Am I asking for too much? Did the mirror call my bluff?
I am home from a slightly frustrating doctor's appointment. Have a picture of Autolycus enjoying Bird Theater from the windowsill beyond my desk.
To match the Québécois locations of Hitchcock's inventively rigorous and underrated nail-biter I Confess (1953), which we can now deeply regret missing at the HFA in 2013, I showed![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch 1952 Glendale in Crime Wave (1954), which seems to have secured its place as one of my favorite B-movies. I am never going to get over the ghost machine of film.
To match the Québécois locations of Hitchcock's inventively rigorous and underrated nail-biter I Confess (1953), which we can now deeply regret missing at the HFA in 2013, I showed
spatch 1952 Glendale in Crime Wave (1954), which seems to have secured its place as one of my favorite B-movies. I am never going to get over the ghost machine of film.
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Even more than The Naked City (1948), it feels like just hanging out in town for the duration of the story. It isn't even a Christmas movie, but there's the municipal tinsel. I love it.