Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Murder, My Sweet (1944), Edward Dmytryk.
"I only took the job because my bank account was trying to crawl under a duck... And my mind felt like a plumber's handkerchief." It seems like every movie alludes to an earlier one sometimes, so watching this flick gave me a strange sensation, like looking at a photo of the big bang, or your own conception: here it all begins. Well, sure, the Maltese Falcon was made earlier, but the Big Sleep hadn't yet been. Apparently Powell was the only guy Chandler approved of onscreen as Marlowe. He was pretty great yelling at those cops!
What a forgettable title!
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