when gilda is offscreen: 😴👎🏽😴
when gilda is onscreen: 😊🎉😊
when gilda is dancing: 😍❤️😍

I'm the sensitive cop that goes around giving relationship advice and has a good time watching all the drama unfold rather than do his job and arrest eveyone the minute he walks into the casino

80/100

A.V. Club review. For someone with little to no rep among auteurists, Vidor directs the hell out of this; the way he shoots Macready's Ballin alone deserves a visual essay—not least for the truly extraordinary shot I reference in the review, which you can currently see from 26:42 to 27:14 here (albeit in the wrong aspect ratio, which diminishes it slightly).

fuck you if you think Johnny & Gilda are a good couple

Noirch #9

Rita Hayworth.
Need a reason to watch this? Rita Hayworth.
Are there other reasons? No. Not really.
I was introduced to this film via Shawshank, and that scene, you know the scene, sits quite comfortably on top of all others in Gilda. It really is something.

Straight women must get absolutely nothing out of this....
Glenn Ford is particularly unbearable as Johnny. The smirking-like-Jerry Seinfeld, misogynistic little twerp of a protagonist, also responsible for the awful narration.
And then there's the plot......wtf? Tungsten, world domination, nazis, spies, a cop that looks to be more interested in grooming his moustache than capturing criminals, tedious song numbers, the melodramatic will they won't they, ahh, who gives a shit really story and a flat ending.

The quintessential noir of World War II’s end: a cyclical dynamic that comes about after blatantly shunning your past. You start from the bottom, literally, and come face to face with a figure of promise and attraction. Someone that inadvertently draws you back to another figure that was meant to be ignored. But she cannot be ignored - not with that entrance - and her giddiness to be able to manipulate and thrive in a world that has permanently shifted makes for the doom of noir inevitable.

And all with serious gay undertones.

Now I know what Animal was talking about.

Castro Theatre - DCP

The opening shot of this film is so incredible and I had forgotten all about it. Rudy Maté even shot it! Sadly it sort of loses its steam progressively from there. Rita Hayworth is amazing and the camera really loves her but the story just isnt deep enough to work when she isnt the focus and by the end it barely does when she is.

There is some good direction and some interesting framing distorting faces with hair, objects or dark shadows. Also some pretty forward and open discussion of how women were treated by their male counterparts and why that is bullshit.

Wonderfully shot, with a decently intriguing slow burn of a first half. Really goes off the rails in the second. What is the point of this entire movie?

I love celebrating Valentine's Day with thots and incels.

miss rita hayworth please marry me uwu

A pretty sultry precursor to the erotic thriller. Too bad Glenn Ford is in it.

One of the most alluring movies out of Hollywood with Rita Hayworth, the Sex Goddess as "Gilda" and Glenn Ford her one-time lover years earlier back in the USA who winds up working for her husband. (The film takes place in Argentina, is set in a casino and has something to do with black-market tungsten, but never mind.) Sex seems to permeate this very self-aware noir vehicle, whether it's Rita singing, "Put the Blame on Mame, Boys" or George MacReady's knife-tipped cane, which seems to take on a gender of its own.