| This'll Hit Your Face Like a Cold, Hard Slap . . . of Nirvana |
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| written by JPielaszczyk |
September 19, 2006 - 12:59 PM PDT |
I thought I'd be hittin' the dregs of my noir habit, the bottom of the barrel, with dis recent release. Nothin' doin'! That dame's got the moves down cold: the arched eyebrow, the body language. It's temptin', almost too temptin', to leak a few dialogue spoilers here. But nothin' doin'! Robert Montgomery's actin's ok, but his direction and voice come from many years in Gutter University, if you know what I mean. See, his Marlowe character mostly doesn't appear onscreen . . . his dialogue partners (or victims) talk to the camera . . . you know, like Bogart's in Dark Passage.
Here's two big payoffs . . . that could be yours for the click of a mouse! That receptionist babe . . . she always appears while Marlowe's sufferin' from his advanced case of Male Pattern Retinal Babe Magnetism Syndrome (or MPRBMS, as the boys call it). She got me real good too! Talk about phenomenas deserving further study! Anyway, the other payoff is the razor edge these guys waltz on: is dis a real noir, or is it a parody? My brain says one thing, and my laughter-sore belly says another. Sheesh. |
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