Justice is just ice…frozen water under the bridge of sighs…
It was a long night.
Night of the long knives. Knives out.
I had the thousand-yard stare.
Easy Virtue is almost an unwatchable movie for any reasonable 21st century human being. Watching ants roam in lazy lines is more interesting than this early Alfred Hitchcock picture.
Decanter? I thought he was de Rabbi.
God…what we wouldn’t give for a little Chico Marx in this film. Hell…Harpo would be even more suited to this silent snoozer.
Isabel Jeans looks fantastic…even when she’s taking a tennis ball to the head…dans le Midi.
Sure…there are faint parallels to The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari…perhaps a door here and there like Nosferatu or Dreyer’s Vampyr, but this just really isn’t Hitchcock’s bag.
Yes…I grew up to that old adage…people who are bored are boring. Something like that. Well, I guess I’m a spoiled Internet-addicted loser with a paunch…and boring to boot…because this here film bores the ever-lovin’ socks off me.
I could make up some excuse or talk about how great Henri Langlois was (he was!)…but it doesn’t change the Britishness of this dire picture.
Dreadfully sorry… Mercifully ending transmission here.