I hate to think how much of my life I waste watching shitty films while the person who chose them snores blissfully away by my side.
Don't mind me I'm having a bad day.
Still perfect, still gorgeous and devastating. Gloria Grahame is exquisite and Bogart is at the top of his game.
I first saw it about a year ago; watching it the second time around I was able to really luxuriate in every moment. And I was lucky enough to catch it on the big screen: magic.
I knew I was going to love this right from the start. Sometimes I just get that feeling; everything seems right.
This is a film of two parts, the first being an excellent study of the dark heart of the city. It's a beautiful start, like a textbook of noir, with some great dialogue too. It shows Robert Ryan's character struggling with loneliness, rage, and rank cynicism, drowning in the darker side of human nature that he comes into contact…