(Steve passes up bowling with Pops, maybe he should have gone?)
Adore her or despise her or both, Yvonne De Carlo's Anna is da' bomb and looks it. In every scene.
But hello, Burt Lancaster's Steve is heartthrob city. And his wistful puppy eyes are key to the charm. The man looks GOOD.
Damn that swagger. Reading the newspaper has never looked more suggestive.
Loot! You gots to stash the loot.
Darlings, film noir is all sex and violence, just done real pretty. Alors, pour votre chambres:
(the original unisex colonia, and secret to matinee patrons?
c'est mon signature...it was good enough for old Hollywood, ergo)
Outside Union Station---be it L.A., D.C. or anywhere in between demands smart traveling threads.
Romantics drink tea with their mamas.
Dazzle with Bakelite while waiting on the diamonds, it has more warmth anyway, Anna dear.
Dancers needs skirts that fly, hair that does not stay in place and crisp shirts rolled up for twirling partners on the floor.
Guns in poised salute (that labor-cultivated beard is extra). And work the pomade, Burt did...
This matinee manager refuses to get rid of the get-a-way driving dame and her ever-loving shades. Live on gorgeous trope! Vive les luntettes de soleil!
Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell Driving Dilemma
Guard your heart, mes cheries. Dance with light feet but look over your shoulder...
In closing, muy bravo to Esy Morales and his Latin Rhythm Orchestra. Facilitating that delicious scene in which you effectively fold back into 1940s L.A. The Puerto Rican-born maestro is wonderful (collaborated with Yusef Lateef!) and at the piano allegedly (not confirmed) is Cuban-born brilliant Rene Touzet, check out these mp3s via Amazon and youtube...and move instantly happy in/with your seats, matinee bambinos.