May I leave you this laugh on my stone epitaph?

Rabbit, rabbit! November is upon us. I appreciate the Criterion Channel encouraging me with Queersighted: Queer Noir, though I must express my slight disappointment in any collection of same which does not include Johnny Eager (1942). I will console myself by re-rewatching Desert Fury (1947). I may even get that chance to yell at a dry stone wall in the Pioneer Valley.