…before catching an IMAX presentation of A Complete Unknown than HE’s own Perri Nemiroff interviewing the Wicked guys…bringing me down, bad for the soul.




…before catching an IMAX presentation of A Complete Unknown than HE’s own Perri Nemiroff interviewing the Wicked guys…bringing me down, bad for the soul.
And why isn’t she dead? And why after all these years would any film lover with even a smidgen of taste want to wade into this stupid-ass, mind-numbing franchise?
I expect A Complete Unknown to at least hold its own and perhaps even improve slightly. I already know, of course, what’s wrong with it so there won’t be any unexpected potholes.
It would’ve been one thing if my Dribble Dream ball (which cost $47 plus shipping and taxes) was in the States and slowly making its way. That’s life — you can’t always get what you want.
But I hit the roof yesterday when a tracking report said my package was still in effing China…CHINA!
I have no problem with the idea of never, ever seeing the missing gas chamber finale from Billy Wilder’s Double Indemnity (‘44).
Because the finale that Wilder ultimately went with (i.e., Edward G. Robinson lighting Fred MacMurray’s cigarette) pays off so perfectly — why spoil it?
MacMurray’s Walter Neff was an absolute idiot, of course, for killing Barbara Stanwyck’s cranky-ass husband. Risking his life for some great sex on the weekends? Not worth it, bruh. It was obvious she was a wrong one from the get-go.
Would I like to see the missing finale anyway? The scene sounds awfully grim, verging on grotesque. But if it turns up one day, sure. I can take it.
From https://filmnoir.art.blog/2008/04/09/double-indemnity-the-unseen-ending/:https://filmnoir.art.blog/2008/04/09/double-indemnity-the-unseen-ending/:
I’m finally about to sit through Pablo Larrain ‘s Maria (Netflix, 12.11) which I blew off seeing during last September’s Telluride Film Festival.
Reviews have been middling to mediocre, and I just know it’s going to sap my spirit and send me into the doldrums.
In my eyes, ears and soul the first two of Larrain’s feminist dramas — Jackie and Spencer — were torture to sit through, and it’ll be a miracle if I wind up being pleasantly surprised by Maria.
Later today I’m also going to sit through Part Two of The Brutalist, and I guess I’m kind of wondering how the…uhm, violation scene will be handled.