no stars, no reviews, just random notes to self
The plot is unexpectedly morbid (murder! execution by hanging! suicide! kidnapping! vehicular manslaughter?), and Grant, charming as ever, plays a morally reprehensible jerk... but oh, what a barrage of verbal fireworks! Props to Hawks for gender-swapping one of the leads (Rosalind Russell is... THE Newspaperman!), but especially for his brilliant choreography of all those middle-aged white men. I mean, those old-timey newspapermen really knew how to strike a pose in their drab, workaday surroundings by grouping themselves — most casually, of course — into truly meticulous compositions within the frame. Whatta treat!