I’m running out of fuel We’re hitting the home stretch for the 2018 version of TCMFF, and opinions are running pretty high. Everything, from the design of the badges to the festival’s look and movies seem to have been kicked up a notch this year. Unfortunately, my third day was hampered by a couple of bad decisions I made, soooo….

Kiss Me Deadly

“You want to avenge the death of your dear friend. How touching. How sweet. How nicely it justifies your quest for the great whatsit.”

Kiss Me Deadly is not a 9 AM movie. It is a ‘1 AM and I’ve got insomnia and I need something that will get me dozing movie’. The movie is a series of scenes where tough guy Mike Hammer variously punches men, kisses women, punches women and– well, that doesn’t happen, but it would have livened things up a bit. Man of the names in the investigation blur together, and while the ending is certainly memorable, even the restored ending from 2003 still seems perfunctory.

I really didn’t like it, and my wife liked it even less, which hurts since I picked it over her choice of His Girl Friday. Which is a much different movie. Oh well.


“Integrity is something you sell the public.”

I hadn’t seen Bullitt in– Christ, probably since high school when I watched it on VHS. Since my first choice was stomped on by a line, I caught this one with Em and my wife. I enjoyed it– it’s very minimalist. Determined cop, hypocritical politician, doubtful girlfriend, and a very badass car. I didn’t get the best seats in the world, and part of that was because I was next to people who applauded for every. single. thing. Like when the car chase began and the car chase ended. It was annoying except for one moment:

I really liked the Lalo Schrifin score and, as someone who lived near San Francisco for a while, seeing the city when it somehow looked cleaner. The little details of McQueen’s performance stood out to me this time, too, like when he expects the orange juice in the opening shot or how his shopping routine proceeds. All in all, a good time.

Girls About Town

“Once in her lifetime, every woman will have to give a man five dollars.”

Emily and I hurried to catch Girls About Town down at the Egyptian, hoping to be the very first people in line. Instead we found Joel already just sitting there. With a pizza. It was annoying, but he held our seats while we went to the Pig ‘n’ Whistle and talked about Tokyo.

Girls About Town was one of the films I was most excited for, because it’s a ton of fun in a really carefree Paramount way. This is even after I learned that Eugene Pallette was a crazy racist who apparently went full militiaman in Oregon later in life– fun fact. But still.

The introduction was fluffy– actress Zoe Perry, Wyatt McCrea, and Illeana Douglas spent most of it flirting hard with one another, which was pretty cute, but there were some good moments.

A note on the print and why seeing screenings like this matter to me: I actually rewatched a chunk of Girls About Town pre-Festival to make some .gifs and screenshots, so seeing it on the big screen in a pristine version was amazing. Also, the difference between the muddy dupe I have and the one on the big screen is extremely noticeable.

One scene, in particular, is worth noting from a pre-Code point of view. Kay Francis’ character almost drowns at one point and Joel McCrea rescues her from the water. When he pulls her onto a boat, her swimsuit is strategically wet and extremely translucent. Like, nothing is left to the imagination, and it’s freaking scandalous. I hadn’t really noticed that in my rewatch of the film, but it’s so apparent (and distracting). I have no idea how they got away with it. I may not even have noticed it on a DVD, but on the big screen– anyway, there’s the importance of showing movies how they’re meant to be seen. So you can see just how risque they really got.

Also, I feel like I really shouldn’t tag TCM in anything involving the word ‘nipples’. That was my bad; I asked Matt Patterson if it was an appropriate thing to Tweet without realizing it was Matt Patterson. (I love you, Matt)

Random Intros

Show People Lara Fowler from Backlots by my friend and the fantastic . She’s working on a staggering book about Marion Davies and chatted about her life with Leonard Maltin.

After that, I went over to poolside to get a taste; you should always go to at least a few minutes of poolside, I believe. This year was especially great since the California weather has been extra cool and pleasant. Like, I managed to wear a jacket every day without turning into a puddle, which is extra great.

The intro for Where the Boys Are was kind of a let down, and a singer (whose name the app doesn’t mention) did a good, if very modern rendition of the title tune. I still wish Connie Francis had made it, but you can wish in one hand and crap in the other and then your hands are filthy, that’s gross, ew, it was a metaphor.


“Kind of gaudy, isn’t it?”

“Ain’t it though? Glad you like it.”

Playing against a Hitchcock nitrate and The Big Lebowski with Jeff Bridges, Scarface was luckily easy to get into. Director John Carpenter’s intro was short but lively, speaking with a fan’s enthusiasm. He even gave a shout out to Ann Dvorak, who certainly earned it in that picture.

I haven’t seen the movie since I wrote my initial review, and I really enjoyed it once more. The print was gorgeous; there were audible gasps at several points and I just wanted to hug Paul Muni’s beautiful face throughout.

The Night of the Living Dead

“They’re coming to get you, Barbara, there’s one of them now!”

I’d caught wind of who the surprise guest replacing Edgar Wright was earlier in the day (and it wasn’t Edgar Wrong, Kristen). Simon Pegg arrived and gave a very lively introduction. Besides connecting his start in Shaun of the Dead to the movie, he talked about meeting George A. Romero and how innovative the director was.

The highlight was his story how he, Edgar Wright, George A. Romero, and Quentin Tarantino at one point all went to the mall from Dawn of the Dead and acted like zombies just for fun. Yeah, I would do that too if I ever ended up near Pittsburgh.

So, confession time: apparently, I’d only previously seen the 30th Anniversary Edition of this film, which added a lot of footage of a reverend on the television who talked about a moral good and removed 15 minutes elsewhere. So this was a new (and improved) experience for me. My wife hadn’t seen it before, and, after Pegg’s introduction, decided that she had to.

Staying up for the showing was the right choice, and even my normally skittish wife loved it a ton. Great pick.

Others Tweets from Saturday

Tomorrow: Well, it’s today now because I skipped the first show to sleep in! I made the right call! And now it’s the Bonhams auction, a couple of random films, and finishing it off at Phantom of the Opera, or so I believe. Stay tuned!

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Danny is a writer who lives with his lovely wife, adorable children, and geriatric yet yappy dog. He blogs at pre-code.com, a website dedicated to Hollywood films from 1930 to 1934, and can be found on Twitter @PreCodeDotCom.