I am this house, my eyelashes are wood between glass

So this noir series at the Brattle is really paying off. Phantom Lady (1944) and Black Angel (1946) were a terrific, unexpected double feature—one a flawed B-picture with some indelible scenes, one a genuine minor gem with a few rough edges. The former is New York noir, the latter L.A.; both were adapted from novels by Cornell Woolrich and share the theme of a female protagonist trying to clear a man wrongly accused of murder. In an effort not to glue myself to the computer for the rest of the afternoon, I will almost certainly split them up into posts of their own. Financially, I cannot sustain a double feature every other night for much longer, but it's been totally worth it so far. These last two were very much the sort of movie that under normal conditions I discover at two in the morning on TCM, only this time I got to see them on 35 mm in a theater with rushthatspeaks.

yhlee sent me a pretty fantastic mermaid recently. She seems to be part of an online collectible card game now being Kickstarted, with another quite decent mermaid if you scroll down a little. This sort of thing improves my day.

I have never seen any Baby Peggy films, but I hope Diana Serra Cary can get the support she needs. I should look for her books. People become amazing links of time.

Further content forthcoming.