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    May 27, 2010

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    The Glass Key (1942) Dir: Stuart Heisler, in which, Alan Ladd gets horribly beaten. This noir classic paved the way for Kurosawa’s Yojimbo (and, in turn, A Fistful of Dollars); the Coen’s Miller’s Crossing is a reworking of the same story. I wrote more about it here. In it, Alan Ladd takes quite a (curiously homo-erotic) beating, surprising in it’s brutality given the PG-nature of old movies. At one point, he’s punched on the chin - it connects and Ladd goes down, for real.  Thanks to the studio system back then, they left the take unchanged as it was good enough to print. In fact, he’d got hurt so bad on the set of this movie, he never fully recovered. Actor abuse aside, there’s lots to like about those old Noir movies.

    The Glass Key (1942) Dir: Stuart Heisler, in which, Alan Ladd gets horribly beaten.

    This noir classic paved the way for Kurosawa’s Yojimbo (and, in turn, A Fistful of Dollars); the Coen’s Miller’s Crossing is a reworking of the same story. I wrote more about it here.

    In it, Alan Ladd takes quite a (curiously homo-erotic) beating, surprising in it’s brutality given the PG-nature of old movies. At one point, he’s punched on the chin - it connects and Ladd goes down, for real.  Thanks to the studio system back then, they left the take unchanged as it was good enough to print. In fact, he’d got hurt so bad on the set of this movie, he never fully recovered.

    Actor abuse aside, there’s lots to like about those old Noir movies.

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    May 16, 2010

  • Difference Between Men and Women

    HER DIARY:

    Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird.

    We had made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it.

    Conversation wasn’t flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn’t say much. I asked him what was wrong; he said, ‘Nothing.’ I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset.

    He said he wasn’t upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it. On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can’t explain his behavior. I don’t know why he didn’t say, ‘I love you, too.’ When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent.

    Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. To my surprise, he responded to my caress, and we made love. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep - I cried. I don’t know what to do.

    I’m almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.

    HIS DIARY:

    Harley wouldn’t start today, but at least I got laid.

    (Via)

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    May 13, 2010

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    So my recent post about that mysterious note I found under the floorboards appeared on the radar today, which was nice - I’ve got a whole bunch of new friends (thanks for following!), and I’ve just discovered, the story made it to The Huffington Post (click here to go to the brief but wonderfully written piece).  There’s some great comments left by folks on my original post - I’m so pleased it captured your imaginations like it did mine.  I’m glad the owner of the property agreed we should leave it there for someone else to find (it’s a lovely Victorian seaside home, formerly a vicarage if you’re curious).  I’ve speculated like some of you as to where Hannah might be now. Who knows, maybe she’s got her own Tumblr? Edit: also covered on BuzzFeed!

    So my recent post about that mysterious note I found under the floorboards appeared on the radar today, which was nice - I’ve got a whole bunch of new friends (thanks for following!), and I’ve just discovered, the story made it to The Huffington Post (click here to go to the brief but wonderfully written piece). 

    There’s some great comments left by folks on my original post - I’m so pleased it captured your imaginations like it did mine.  I’m glad the owner of the property agreed we should leave it there for someone else to find (it’s a lovely Victorian seaside home, formerly a vicarage if you’re curious). 

    I’ve speculated like some of you as to where Hannah might be now. Who knows, maybe she’s got her own Tumblr?

    Edit: also covered on BuzzFeed!

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    May 10, 2010

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    “Sam, get some sleep. You’re very tired.” Moon (2009) Dir: Duncan Jones So many people missed out on this one! Sam Rockwell is so good in it… he’s probably the best part of Iron Man 2 (I know I’m in the minority about that movie but I didn’t rate it much) - seeing him there made me want to watch Moon all over again. In it, he dares to dream bigger than his predicament, although the odds are massively stacked against him… I’m not known for getting something in my eye during movies but it hits me like nothing else besides Midnight Cowboy, maybe for the same reason.

    “Sam, get some sleep. You’re very tired.”

    Moon (2009) Dir: Duncan Jones

    So many people missed out on this one! Sam Rockwell is so good in it… he’s probably the best part of Iron Man 2 (I know I’m in the minority about that movie but I didn’t rate it much) - seeing him there made me want to watch Moon all over again.

    In it, he dares to dream bigger than his predicament, although the odds are massively stacked against him… I’m not known for getting something in my eye during movies but it hits me like nothing else besides Midnight Cowboy, maybe for the same reason.

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