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August 2015

George Sanders and the Sweet Cesspool of Life

According to Entertainment Weekly contributor Rebecca Ascher-Walsh, when George Sanders was asked, shortly before his death, whether there was any role left he'd like to play, he replied, "Well, no one has ever asked me to play God. I suppose that’s... Continue Reading →

James Temple, Moral Compass of Key Largo: Barrymore Trilogy Blogathon Post

I'm becoming quite a fan of participating in blogathons. I can't resist a good challenge, and addressing specific prompts with a focus solely on film noir often provides an irresistible dare. This post is for In The Good Old Days of... Continue Reading →

Film for 8/9: Road House

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I’ve held off as long as I could before bringing Ida Lupino or Richard Widmark back to #BNoirDetour night. But I need a fix.

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Road House(1948) is wild tale of wild individuals in an out-of-the-way night club, sparking and sparring…and sometimes bowling. Let’s meet the gang:

Our leading lady is a hard-boiled dame who shows all the signs of being a femme fatale. But torch singer Lily (Ida Lupino) may have a heart of gold underneath that inch of ice.

Lily (Lupino) relaxes in a noir approach to casual daywear. Lily (Lupino) relaxes in a noir approach to casual daywear.

Night club owner Jefty (Richard Widmark) discovers Lily and brings her to his club. He’s head over heels for her, determined, and maybe even more trouble than Lily herself.

Then there’s good guy Pete (Cornel Wilde), who manages the club for his pal Jefty and wants nothing to do with Lily…at least at first.

Finally, there’s Susie (Celeste Holm)…

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Film for 8/9: Road House

I've held off as long as I could before bringing Ida Lupino or Richard Widmark back to #BNoirDetour night. But I need a fix.   Road House (1948) is wild tale of wild individuals in an out-of-the-way night club, sparking and... Continue Reading →

Dear Neo-noir

Dear Neo-noir, We both know I've been avoiding you. Your shiny revolvers, your crimson blood, your permeating reek of expensive cologne. And your love of mobsters with their high-class, merciless criminal lifestyles. All so vivid it's hard to pretend you... Continue Reading →

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