Black Moon (Roy William Neill, 1934). Voodoo, pre-production code, Fay Wray, the strange beating of jungle drums. I go on about this here.
They Made Me a Fugitive (Cavalcanti, 1947). Really dynamic Brit-noir, with Trevor Howard as a bracingly sarcastic aristo who gets involved with the wrong underworld types. The thing is full of sassy dialogue and some very intense violence, and the atmosphere of postwar England, with rationing and dark hangovers, is everywhere.
Today’s Eighties film at What a Feeling!: She’s Out of Control, starring Tony Danza. This is a film so bad it causes existential unrest in film critics.
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