Woman on the Run, 1950
Directed by Norman Foster
Holy Roller Coasters! Run Lady Run!
?????? What? Why isn’t Ann Sheridan running? Why is she standing around goading the cops?
Batman director, Norman Foster purposely re-titled the story Woman on the Run in order to capture the “essence” of a woman racing against time to retrieve her lost love. Yeah, sure. That’s what I get from the picture.
Baby Face, 1933
Directed by Alfred E. Green
Spring Break. Let’s take time to soak in some sunshine, sin and bathtub gin. Served up shameless– please. Like Barbara Stanwyck in Baby Face.
After a transparently draped Jean Harlow boinked her way to the top in MGM’s Red Headed Woman, Hollywood’s studios were determined not to miss the scheming skank gravy train. In 1933 a parade of unrepentant adulterers, brazen boob-flapping strippers, thieving hookers, and unabashed homosexuals lit up the silver screen in an outpouring that tanked the censor ship*.
The Garment Jungle, 1957
Directed by Robert Aldrich; Vincent Sherman finished the last 2 weeks and got all the credit.
Hollywood, Hollywood. Always so close. Then it wusses out.
Film Director Robert Aldrich was on target. Shoot it in the Big City. Make it gritty. Make it Dark. Violent. Nasty.
But he just could not bring himself to kiss Harry Cohn’s butt. So Vincent Sherman was brought in to girl it up with love stories and LA sound stages.
Confessions of a Nazi Spy, 1939
Edward G. Robinson was the living embodiment of the saying, “the road to hell is paved with good intentions.”
After his spectacular success as Rico in Little Caesar, Robinson spent lavishly on himself, his family and everybody and anything that needed a chunk of change. In the 1940′s alone he made more than 850 contributions totaling more than a quarter million dollars.
But in 1947, inglorious ex-communist turned “Red” Hunter (and future Confidential Magazine editor and wife slayer) Howard Rushmore, fingered Edward G. Robinson as a fellow “traveler” or commie before the House Un-American Activities Committee. Edward G. Robinson, who had enjoyed almost twenty years at the top in Hollywood, imploded and his career never recovered from the accusations.
(please read my abbreviated bio on Rushmore below.)
The Two Mrs. Carrolls, 1947
Directed by Peter Godfrey
Key Largo, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, Dark Passage, Knock on Any Door, Dead Reckoning, The Big Sleep. Bogie was really cranking out the hits for Warners in the late forties. He also managed to sandwich in epic benders and brawls with wifey #3, Mayo Methot; a notorious affair and marriage to teen dream Lauren Bacall; and a few weeks shooting for The Two Mrs. Carrolls’.
Unfairly considered a piece of crap at the time, The Two Mrs. Carrolls’ is worth watching. In The Two Mrs. Carrolls’ Bogie plays a painter that gets to menace, sneer and romance la la Picasso in an uber gothic mansion. Picasso of course, wreaked more havoc than this guy, but no matter.