Film critic | Archivist | Pre-Code aficionado | Peter Lorre enthusiast
The power of Joan Blondell's tits to get this film entirely banned and destroyed...
Film critic | Archivist | Pre-Code aficionado | Peter Lorre enthusiast
The power of Joan Blondell's tits to get this film entirely banned and destroyed...
Clark Gable: "I'm Nick...the chauffeur."
Me and Barbara Stanwyck: *screaming crying throwing up*
The debut feature from director Mary Harron (American Psycho, The Notorious Bettie Page), I Shot Andy Warhol tells the story of how Valerie Solanas, militant feminist and author of the SCUM Manifesto, came to believe that Andy Warhol had so much control over her life that she had to kill him. The idea of the film was controversial enough at the time that Lou Reed refused to allow The Velvet Underground’s music to be used in it, afraid that the…
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Very stressful and claustrophobia-inducing! They really made Stella Stevens go through that whole movie with no pants only to suffer the most sudden and pointless death possible in the final act. At least sweetheart Red Buttons survived to help soften the blow of shouty cop Ernest Borgnine also surviving.
Finally got to see my favorite movie on the big screen, in 35mm, as part of Nitehawk's Pre-Code Parade series and let me tell you, it was a joy to actually be in a theater with other people laughing when Clark Gable said, "I'm Nick...the chauffeur."
The film is boring and forgettable, but 25-year-old Joel McCrea might be cinema's greatest ever visual effect.