There are movies where you're a witness. You coldly watch the actors as they act out the story for your amusement. And then there are movies that work their way under your skin.
Billy Wilder's The Lost Weekend somehow sneaks up on you and before you know it you're breaking out in a cold sweat. Ray Milland's dee tee's are like a dog bite. If you've ever overindulged you can remember that feeling when you look at Milland's eyes.
Strong stuff. I need a chaser.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Posted by Danno Baker at 10:03 PM