Monday, January 26, 2009

Barbary Coast (1935), Howard Hawks.

Basically an Edward G Robinson gangster flick transplanted in the wild west - San Francisco during the gold rush. Claustrophobic, packed with all kinds of nuts including the prerequisite unshaven old coot found in every western. A heavily made up Edward G, sporting a single dangly earring and sideburns, wants the only non whore in town but she's after a chiseled WASP miner. Pretty entertaining. I love how Robinson continually threatens to set fire to San Francisco!

Performers at the Bella Donna are startled by a white woman walking into the joint.

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