She-Wolf of London (Jean Yarbrough, 1946). From the lower shelf of the Universal factory – not even horror, really. June Lockhart, still looking like somebody’s idea of the next Alice Faye, is the heiress who begins to suspect that the weird feelings in her body and the blood on her clothes are evidence of something evil. A boring movie. By the way, this is one of those films where everybody constantly speaks each other’s names (a holdover from radio drama?), which has a hypnotic effect after a while.
Ned Rifle (Hal Hartley, 2014). The third part of an unlikely trilogy, with Henry Fool and Fay Grim, using the same Hartley stock company. This is much better than the latter film, and very characteristic of the director’s style, but – he sure picked an odd subject from which to make a trilogy. (full review 4/10)
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