Are you really so down on people, or are you just being fashionable?
— Patsy Newquist
Now this is more like it. Magenta and blue gels, gorgeous shots of rain and architecture, close-ups of eyes in stripes of light, black rooms with figures silhouetted in a smoky spotlight, an exotica score full of bongos, strings, and brass. And murder, sweet sweet murder. An early whodunit giallo set in an opulent fashion house brimming with secrets and lies and motives and backstabbing. Drugs! Debt! Abortions! It rules.
I’m very glad to have found a clean (remastered?) version…
I just rewatched Citizen Kane and it only made me hate Mank more:
One of Mank's many flaws is that it is hagiography of the worst order, where the character's only faults are the vices of alcohol and gambling, and too loose a tongue for that superhuman wit. Everyone calls him a genius and says the script is the best thing they've ever read. But it's full of fabrication. The real Mank took out anti-union ads, never refused to donate…