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I'm thinking of sending Nip The Childrens' Guide to Irony for Christmas.

I had not heard about Elvis. Ray Charles is waiting and he's not in a good mood. Just kiddin'.

Maybe MGM should have just added color to The Asphalt Jungle and left it there. I will say that Cyd was pretty sexy all around, but that doesn't, by itself, make a good movie. Very little to be entertained by in this one. Now at the very beginning she was a party girl, but that lasted about fifteen minutes. Zahn is back and ID's got her. I've seen the promos, but haven't been paying much attention to the details. So the fingerprints would be an important clue to the killer? Yes, the fingerprints would be vital to identify the killer.

In a minor way, I'm getting my revenge on all the Indians who call up all day long and say their name is Steven or Bill or Jim. Yeah, sure buddy.

I thought Gunga Din was kind of a collaborationist, an Uncle Singh. Leave it to whitey to call exploiting the hell out of people a "burden." I like the British colonial flicks where the natives kick the **** out of the limeys. Zulu is one of my favorites.

Anybody like the Mankman who disparages the civilizing efforts of Europeans in attempting to improve and uplift the lives of foreign savages should be horsewhipped within an inch, or perhaps half an inch, of their lives. God speed the Bengal Lancers.

Partay Girl. Even if one considers this as just a crime film with a few musicals numbers thrown in it's rather dull, especially in the first hour. After that, with Bobby in jail and Lee planning to get rid of him, things heat up a tad, but not enough to save this one. And it's apparent that ol' baldy didn't watch a lot of crime flicks or he would have groked that LJC was about to open a a thin silver club of whoopass on his noggin. Live and learn. As Eddie made an offhand reference to Godard, I think he could have saved this thing. Take the original film, every ten minutes interpolate a black and white closeup of Anna Karina reciting from the works of Lenin and Mao and you might have something of interest. Until then, I'll stick with the Elvis Costello tune.

Since I haven't seen the film since, most of the fantasy sequences have thankfully been erased from my mind. I took a look at the Wiki entry on the movie and Zep were not satisfied with some of the concert footage so they had a replica of the MSG stage built in the recording studio and redid the parts they didn't like. John Paul Jones had had his hair cut in the interim and had to wear a wig to match the look of the concert. I must have had money to burn since I also bought the soundtrack album. Haven't listened to it in ages.

I remember seeing The Song Remains the Same when it was shown in college, which showed a movie just about every night. I will give the same criticism that everyone else seems to give--the concert footage is pretty good, but the stories that each member of Zep did are pretty bad. They should have been excised from the film after the first go around. Blah Dog.

For some mysterious reason, there is a fair amount of photos of women with their boobs front and center. I haven't really looked through it in a while, so I don't know how accurate the text itself is, but I would guess more so than the original, Hollywood, Babylon. And there are some grisly pics in there, one of Otis Redding as he is fished out of the lake. I really don't have much in way of rock and roll memorabilia. I still have the ticket stubs from early 1970s David Bowie concerts, but you don't have to be very special to go buy some tickets.

The definition of noir has expanded over the last few years, so now anything goes, or almost anything. I can see a movie about a serial killer being a noir, but to each their own.

I've read in a number of places that Daltrey was on the short side, though I don't think any mentioned his exact height. Considering that the Who were notorious for their discord, having a good punch was an advantage. It's not the dog in the fight...

He would have probably been more offended if Moon wore a Klan outfit. I first saw this photo in a book titled Rock 'N' Roll Babylon, an obvious take on the Kenneth Anger book, dealing with rock bad behavior instead of Hollywood bad behavior. I think Moon enjoyed shocking people more than making any political statement. He is dressed up as General Rommel, who, as far as Nazis go, was fairly harmless. There is also a two page photo spread of Keith in the nude on a bearskin rug, which proves that, even without wearing a uniform, Moon can be offensive. I'd rather read about Moon's various exploits than have been there for them.

Adele who? I do see a slight resemblance, but I'm sticking with VM.

Hey, everybody has a bad day, or night, once in a while. Substitute, me for him, Substitute, Erwin's my kin. Substitute, it's just for fun, I think I'll get my Weltkrieg done. I'm just thankful they didn't make a movie out of Who's Next or The Who By Numbers. I think Moon always had large eyebrows. It's just that his boyish bangs hid those big caterpillars. When his hair wasn't in the way, there they were in all their glory.

Stop whining about your dead partner, McGraw. Instead of ducking for cover, he just stood here and practically said Shoot me. Someone that stupid almost deserves to get wasted. You see it all the time in TV westerns. Some dope is hiding behind a rock and then, for no good reason, just steps out into the open so Marshall Dillon can shoot him. Get a clue, will ya? I thought Talman was pretty good as the head cheese. He was mean but not psychotic. Compared to most of these heist jokers, he did fairly well. Of course we know that in the end he won't get away with it, but I was still rooting for him. One of those a job well done salutes. I remember reading about Talman's legal trouble before, but I always forget the details. Nude party? The thought of Hamilton Burger in the nude is a pretty disturbing thought picture, though not as disturbing as Lt. Arthur Tragg in his birthday suit. If I paid money to see Adele Jergens "act," I'd immediately go to the management to get my money back. I know it's 1950, but this thing is about as sexy as a dental appointment. And comparing her to Virginia Mayo? Are you out of yr freaking mind?

I guess if I don't clearly recall it, I really need to watch it again. And I don't mind rewatching movies that I have seen a number of times. I've seen Narrow Margin now four or fives times and still enjoy it, though the twist ending is no longer a surprise.

Armored Car Robbery sounds like one of those movies I might have already seen, but can't be sure until I see the first few minutes of it. At least it gives some indication of what the movie is about, unlike such one word noir titles as Framed, Pitfall, Impact, Jigsaw, Manhandled, etc., etc. And being only 68 minutes long, you don't really care if it isn't great.

I can't say I've ever paid a lot of attention to the particular hairstyles of the various femme fatales. I'll have to take a closer look and see if it's true about these bad wimmin. But I agree on the often bad hair of the TV evangelists. By their rugs ye shall know them. Joel Osteen has pretty nice hair, but he likely has a personal hair stylist on the payroll. This is my hair stylist, this is my comb, I do what they say. Hairelujah.

Yep, I can see Castle rigging up something with a plastic "claw" coming at the patron's hand while a hissing sound plays. Just imagine all the stuff Castle could pull with today's computers. Catnip.

I'm glad others noticed that hideous dress/black out curtain that Jane Wyatt was wearing at the start of the film. Not being much of a fashionista, I figured maybe that's what high society dames wore at the time. I enjoyed one brief shot where she tilts her head back slightly and blows out the smoke from her ciggy, as if to say Why are these common people all around here bothering me? And yes, the scene where Cobb and Dall are getting ready to go to beddy bye in the same room was hilarious. Call the vice squad, ASAP.

Egbert Souse drove a coupe.

Lee J. Cobb is no Cary Grant, so I'm sure he would be happy that a woman like Wyatt would go out with him. And then the old softie fell in love with her. I never really minded Cobb's overacting. You soon realize it goes with the Cobb territory and learn to accept it. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. I wondered what would have happened at the trial. Cobb would be guilty of accessory after the fact and obstruction of justice at the least. Of course he would have been kicked out of the police department, but I don't think he would have spent too many years in prison. But Wyatt might have said that Cobb killed her hubby and she was an innocent bystander. I wouldn't put it past her. I just happened to see John Dall on an episode of Perry Mason last week where he played a shady art dealer.

But do cows really count? And then there's the question what is an ailuro and why should we fear them?

It didn't happen that often, but when they're all together at the finale, I seem to recall Paul occasionally leaving with a pretty thing for dinner. Maybe the ladies felt sorry for Maxwell Smart.