I try to find a nice thing to say about every film I watch. But I cannot for the life of me think of anything that I liked about Suburbicon.
Category: Reviews
The Maltese Falcon (Huston, 1941)
t’s rather a pity Sam Spade is sort of a one-off character in the pantheon of detective fiction (aside from a few minor short stories, The Maltese Falcon is the only novel he ever appeared in). I would’ve loved to see Humphrey Bogart play him again.
The Man Who Wasn’t There (Coen, 2001)
I’m not sure I’d call The Man Who Wasn’t There one of the best efforts from the Coen brothers.
Gilda (Vidor, 1946)
It’s really, really hard not to read the homoerotic subtext of Gilda when, five minutes in, a man rescues a gambler from certain death using a very phallic-looking cane—a cane that also conceals a knife.
