1933
The House on 56th Street (1933) Review, with Kay Francis and Ricardo Cortez
You will forgot this movie before you finish the review. I know I did.
You will forgot this movie before you finish the review. I know I did.
Gold Dust Gertie is about a gold digger in 1933. What a weird coincidence.
Beasts who become men! Cat woman seducing a tough sailor! Mad scientists gone mad with power! And Bela Lugosi!
Mae West waggles her hips and rolls her eyes in this crazy comedy with Cary Grant.
That’s pretty close to nudity, that’s some blood, there’s some murder. Oh, and weeeeed. 420, sing songs every day.
The Pre-Code Follies: No, it’s not the one that’s on all of the t-shirts and dorm room walls. It’s the original Scarface. You know, the really fucking good one. From Danny.
Pre-Code Follies: Is this the prequel to Get Rich or Die Trying? No. No it’s not. From Danny.
Pre-Code Follies: It’s another round with William Powell being so-damned-charming-it-hurts in a movie that’s so-damn-boring-that-writing-a-description-of-it-is-also-boring. From-Danny.
A delay on the podcast this week, but instead we’ve got a spine tingler and a black comedy rolled into one, with Lionel Barrymore and Kay Francis! Yes, again, I like Kay Francis, shut up. From Danny