Two Myrna Loy films in a row! Yay! She’s great.
The first Thin Man film is brilliant, of course. I think this is the last one? I’ve just seen the first two. Anyway, this is plenty amusing, but it’s not much like that first film. That film had witty repartee coming out of its ass. This is a much calmer, sensible film.
Boo! Sensible!
Song of the Thin Man. Edward Buzzell. 1947.
Nightwatch
(but I used less absinthe than in the recipe)
Brandy Crusta
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It’s very enjoyable, of course. I can’t really point to anything annoying about the film. However, for some reason or other it didn’t seem as swell as it should have been…
Perhaps I was just distracted or something.
Mr Blandings Builds His Dream House. HC Potter. 1948.
Morris Cocktail
Nacíonal
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By Emacs! There’s something strange happening on my TV! The pixels! Instead of just showing luminicity, they’re also showing… Hue! How is that possible!? What strange innovation is this!!!
Was New York really smoggy in the 40s? 
I mean… 
See? Smog? 
Or just foggy? For the entire shoot? 
Whenever I see Frank Sinatra in one of these sort of films, I think he looks like he’s more than a bit embarrassed. Gene Kelly, of course, is never embarrassed. He commits totally.
The sap. 
Scenic… 
So that’s what makes the smog…
This is a fantastic film. It’s so funny. And I’m guessing that the choreography is Gene Kelly’s, since it’s so muscular. Nothing understated at all.
I don’t think there was a single nanosecond of watching this film where I wasn’t smiling.
If it hadn’t been for the slightly unfortunate Miss Schmeeler sub plot, and the really weird “stage fantasy” at the end (featuring Gene dancing a lot (and where I was thinking “is Frank the one to the left? Or the right? Gee, he’s dancing a lot better now…” until I realised that the two other ones were professional dancers)), it would have been the perfect musical comedy, but this is the rating I’m gonna give it anyway:
On the Town. Stanley Donen. 1949.
Morning Cocktail
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“I’m dead common, I am.” 
Heavy flow. 
I was going to see Rio Bravo, but I had apparently mistagged the year. (It’s from 1959, not 1950.) So another Hitchcock film. Yay?
But this is much weirder than the last two Hitchcock films I saw. Way more interesting actors, too.
Stage Fright. Alfred Hitchcock. 1950.
Pink Glow
Monte Carlo
Doris Tinsdale
(The Monte Carlo was too boozey after some sips, so I dumped Coke into it and dubbed it the Doris Tinsdale. It’s rye, Benedictine, Angostura bitters and Coke.)
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Well, this is a pretty tense thriller, but it’s a bit mechanical. I mean, there are lots of fine touches, but I found myself being impatient with it all.
I’ve probably seen it before, though, so that might explain my dissatisfaction… Or it might be the pretty, and pretty non-descript, actors. The only interesting actor here is Robert Walker, I think.
Strangers on a Train. Alfred Hitchcock. 1951.
Basil lemonade rose wine cocktail
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