Edel, Farrow, Hitchcock, Jordan, Siegel

His Kind of Woman (John Farrow, 1951). How many other actors completely own a genre of film the way that Robert Mitchum does film noir? It’s like he was born into a delivery room filled with murky shadows and cigarette smoke, the doctor instructing the nurse to slap his bottom by growling, “Give him what’s comin’ to him, and make him sing when you do it.” He moves through this story of scheming and duplicity at a Mexican resort as if he’s walking through his own front door, tossing of aloof wisecracks with the ease of a guy who’s already … Continue reading Edel, Farrow, Hitchcock, Jordan, Siegel

One for Friday: Sidewinders, “Witchdoctor”

When I started this weekly feature, I decided I was going to only post songs that were entirely out of print. Eventually Tim Quirk of Too Much Joy convinced me that music’s digital availability didn’t mean a thing when it came to artist compensation, so I shift a bit to focus on songs that were physically out of print. I’ve stumbled on that front a few times, largely because my hunting to determine availability is admittedly flawed, but that’s the guiding principle. Given that, I tend to default to music that was released some twenty years ago, when I was … Continue reading One for Friday: Sidewinders, “Witchdoctor”

Argento, Daves, Joffe, Judge, Moses

Dark Passage (Delmar Daves, 1947). This passable film noir is probably most notable for a storytelling gimmick that keeps the face of star Humphrey Bogart obscured for a good chunk of the film’s running time. He’s plays a man who claims he was wrongfully accused of murdering his wife. He escapes from prison and hides out in San Francisco, eventually getting some backroom plastic surgery to change his appearance. That’s when he starts to look like Bogart, so the lead up puts the star in shadows, covers his face in bandages, and, for significant stretches, employs a subjective camera technique … Continue reading Argento, Daves, Joffe, Judge, Moses

Great Moments in Literature

“Actually, we hadn’t really stepped into a clearing: it was more that the thin woods we’d come through had ended, and now in front of us there was open marshland as far as we could see. The pale sky looked vast and you could see it reflected every so often in the patches of water breaking up the land. Not so long ago, the woods must have extended further, because you could see here and there ghostly dead trunks poking out of the soil, most of them broken off only a few feet up. And beyond the dead trunks, maybe … Continue reading Great Moments in Literature