Part of Consenting Adults: Fifty Years of British Pride.
One of the many reasons why I'm fascinated by hoaxes is that, when you drill into it, it's hard to really define the term. A hoax done for malicious reasons is not a hoax, it's a con. A hoax done to amuse people is not a hoax, it's a prank. A hoax where the perpetrator appears to sincerely believe their inaccurate information is a delusion. This is before we get into…
"Its gangsters are not the cackling supervillains Hollywood had previously shown in White Heat and Little Caesar, but rather world-weary, fatalistic professionals. It’s not a whitewash – hard to imagine a British or American film released in 1954 being as utterly frank about the drug trade as Becker is here. At the same time, the film is comfortable enough with its characters’ humanity to show gang leader Max at home in his pyjamas. Jimmy Cagney never wore pyjamas."
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