This isn't a review at all, just an info dump about something that came to mind after watching this.
There is a sub section of noir films that I particularly like (bear with me) that deal either explicitly or implicitly with PTSD. This led me to read up a bit on PTSD in American veterans, in WW2 and the Korean war mainly, leading me to Vietnam too. I was fascinated and horrified to read that the psychological trauma of war…
Buster in love again and looking very cute. Straightforward story with some lovely physical gags and great acrobatics. This has actually gone down a half star on this rewatch: good but not great.
(It's such a comfort to watch something I love, an anchor of familiarity in the ocean of the new and the strange I'm currently floating around in. I'm not able to regularly watch films at the moment (or at all, really) and I miss it terribly).
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…
