My doorknob keeps on turnin’ It must be spooks around my bed My doorknob keeps on turnin’ must be spooks around my bed I have

One of these years, I’ll get my timing right.  It’s just occurred to me that reviewing Fritz Lang’s Scarlet Street (1945) in the same month

[Author’s Note:  This is the second half of my January 1998 column, which covered three films.  The first film was The Scent of Green Papaya. 

The Scent of Green Papaya (1993), by the Vietnamese director Tran Anh Hung, and the first Vietnamese film to be released in the U.S., is

“The Rat, the Cat, and Lovell the Dog / Rule all England under the Hog.” Richard III was not the most fortunate of the English

I can remember sitting in the Civic Theatre in Nelson on a Friday night in 1984, eagerly awaiting the Kootenay premier of one of the

“Now it’s just my luck to have the watch, with nothing left to do But watch the deadly waters glide as we roll north to

[Sam] Spade pulled his hand out of hers. He no longer either smiled or grimaced. His wet yellow face was set hard and deeply lined.

[Author’s Note:  This is the second half of one of the rare monthly columns where I covered more than a single film.  The first half

“My heart is dancing a minuet…in a trashcan.”  –Lionel Stander, in Specter of the Rose [Author’s Note:  This was another of those rare occasions when

Brahma said: “Well, after hearing ten thousand explanations, a fool is no wiser. But an intelligent man needs only two thousand five hundred.” (from William

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