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Perhaps she pulled the metal handle off the desk to use as an impromptu weapon against Bogie, who is certainly menacing her in this scene. Not thinking too clearly, she stepped into the window ledge to get away from Bogie and with being somewhat overweight slipped and fell against the window which broke, maybe due to the shoddy construction of some post war buildings, and sent her to the street below. And as I said before, she never struck me as the suicidal type.

I got a laugh out of the line where Bogie says to Bacall about liking swing music. She likes swing music as long as it is legitimate. No fake swing for this music snob. The guy who played Baker reminded me a bit of Elisa Cook Jr. and of the small time crooks he often played. The difference was that Cook was too dumb to come up with an extortion plot like Baker did. I always thought it was weird how all these people in a big city like San Francisco seemed to know each other. It's like they really lived in a small town in the Midwest. And I would have loved to have seen Bogie beat the **** out of that nosy cop in the all night diner. Pow. Zoom. Madge commit suicide? Never bought that. She was a self-centered pest who would no more kill herself than she would wear shoes that didn't match her outfit. The ending is rather interesting. Usually the hero is found to be innocent of the crime he is charged with, but Bogie can never prove his innocence so he has to leave the country and hightail it down to Peru to be joined by Bacall. A happier ending than Alec Guinness had in The Lavender Hill Mob.

I just turned down the sound and put on a Metallica CD. Sounds most excellent. It would have been more entertaining if Lenny had brought along a few Black Panthers, though that would be an historical anachronism for many of the concerts.

I've always wondered how that scene with Sheridan got past the censors. It is so completely obvious that she is not wearing a bra with that dress. If it was in 3-D you'd probably duck. There is a woman who uploads YT videos called The Braless Diaries where she explains how different dresses either accentuate or hide her nipples.

I saw the movie version ages ago and if it was on a bit earlier I would watch it again as I've forgotten a lot of the plot details. I haven't been able to access Watch TCM for a while, not sure why, but I'll try again. I think if you go along with Dostoevsky's beliefs in the power of suffering to eventually lead to salvation, with a strong dose of that good old religion and the futility of much human action, you will likely have at least an emotional reaction to the book. If you don't buy much of this, it's just an entertaining novel with a little food for thought. I've never been depressed reading this book and as I have said before I always get a kick out of Daddy Karamazov and his gibes and mockery.

It must have been a hell of a lot of pressure to write under such a strict deadline instead of just writing a novel on one's own times and terms. Some of the Penguin editions have little asterisks that indicate where the serialization breaks were. Well at least you knew how Little Dorrit ended. I once ordered a VHS copy of Joe from ebay and all I got was an empty box. I did receive a refund from the seller.

I haven't seen it in a number of years. It certainly is a prime piece of overripe southern melodrama and very entertaining. Poor Shirley Booth certainly had trouble with men in the movies.

If only there was a film titled Saltine.

From what I recall, most of Dickens' door stops/paperweights were serialized in what we today would call magazines over a period of five or six months or longer, some of which Dickens had a financial interest in. Then of course the complete novel would be published in two or three volumes. So if the people who bought the magazines also bought the novel they were paying twice for the same product, though I guess not many people could afford to do this.

This one is so clear that even any old TV will make it obvious. Only lasts a minute or two and then she later changes dresses. I'm sure people noticed it even when the movie first came out.

Yeah, it's pretty simple. Scarlett was the master, Prissy was the slave. It's not a two way street relationship. You can't expect someone you own to act like an angel. I don't really recall the exact plot points on the whole baby thing. Have to pay attention to that next time it's on.

I'm from the reserved, self-effacing branch of the clan. We always thought George M.'s tiresome patriotism and simple ideas were rather a family embarrassment.

Could go either way. While it's French in origin, the 40s and 50s Hollywood product was all-American, just like Patty. Put an umlaut over Muller and you have a story about a Nazi war criminal who looks just like William Schallert.

Message--I care. Second message--I am giving up my nukes right...............now. One point to Kim for not going shirtless and showing his developing man boobs. My father thanks you, my mother thanks you, my dog thanks you and I thank you.

I remember Groucho's line as I never go to a film where the man's **** are bigger than the woman's. He was talking about Samson and Delilah. Sorry, Hedy.

Godfather(s) want to make you an offer you can't refuse.

Too bad that Borge is dead. He and Eddie could have starred in a remake of The Patty Duke Show.

There is one scene in King Kong on the way to Skull island where it is obvious that Fay is not wearing a bra.

I like Night of the Hunter. Some really fine direction by Laughton, especially of the spooky scenes along the river, sort of a very nightmarish version of Huck Finn, and a fine evocation of time and place. And Mitchum is just perfect for the part, with that well known scene of the struggle between old Love and Hate. I admit that boy child is a bit of a wise guy, but no worse than some other movie brats. I always laugh when he wraps that apple up in a doily as a Christmas present for Lilian Gish. Quick thinking. And then there's leaning, leaning...

I hope that some day TCM will end its prejudice against crackers and show Hot Spell.

Imagine a slave not doing exactly what her master wanted. These slaves were such ingrates.

Good old MDM. If you missed it at one time you could watch it again later in the day.

Yes, I had forgotten that particular scene until you mentioned it. The actual Variety headline was a bit different, but hey it's only a movie.

Hix Nix Stanwyck Nudie Pix.

I don't know. That would have been one messy undergarment. Too bad no one was making a Popeye serial back in the day. I believe Ms. Dixon would have made a great Olive Oyl.