"Film Noir... *sigh* the good ol' days when everything was in black in white, not just the movies...
(Fact: Until 1948, the world was in black and white...)
This is the trailer for John Huston's 1940 masterpiece THE MALTESE FALCON starring, well, the trailer will tell you....
P.S. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE THIS MOVIE, A TOTAL CLASSIC!!! ;{D
(Caution: These series of blogs contain 1940's gangster slang and are rather silly... parental supervision and a A Dummies Guide To: Mystery, Crime, Detectives and All That Jazz is strongly advised to younger readers...)
So, after the celebration of baby Jesus, the several days of laziness that ended too soon, and waking up in 2012 ALIVE... I started to read the classic mystery/ detective novel The Maltese Falcon by the amazing author Dashiell Hammel in the year 1929. (That's an interesting name... Dashiell...)
Sorry, meow, where was I? Hmmmmmmmmmmm, Oh, dur, right! I was telling you about The Maltese Falcon! Anyhoo, this story starts out with a private dick literally (Thats what they were called back then), Sam Spade, whose facial features resemble "a blond satan."
"Man... Bogey is such a B.A. without trying "
Well, while Sam Spade is sitting in his office in San Francisco smoking a cigarette, his fair haired, sandy, tough yet sweet girl secretary, Effie Perrine, says that a Miss Ruth Wonderly, from New York City, wants to see him. Perrine tells Miss Wonderly that see may see Mr. Spade now. Miss Wonderly is a svelte stunner (A babe-her-ham) with dark red hair and blue sparkly eyes, her voice is lovely and soft, she seems charming and feminine, and she certainly catches Spades eye ;)... (He's good with the ladies, a womanizer if you will...) Anyways, she explains her situation to Spade, talking about how her sister, whose 5 years her senior, has run elope with a man named Floyd Thursby from England who is married FYI Her real concern is that Miss Wonderly's parents are on a vacation and will be returning to New York soon... they won't be very happy if they heard about their little girl with a man. (Dun... Dun... DUNNNNN.....) So, Miss Wonderly asks Spade to meet Floyd Thursby and try to negotiate with him and to make sure he doesn't hurt her little sister. At that same moment, Spade's partner Miles Archer, a stocky man, come in and introduces him, looking her up and down with hungry eyes. Spade tells him whats up and they agree to take the case. Miss. Wonderly pays them $200, (A lot of money in those days...) and leaves. When she leaves, Archer remarks on how "sweet" she is. Spade assists that Archer will meet this Floyd Thursby character.
In the middle of the night, Spade gets a phone call from his apartment by Detective Tom Polhaus that Archer was shot by an English gun (A Winchester, a rare gun)... So Spade goes to the scene, sees his partner laying dead in ditch, is asked what Archer was doing there, Spade answers saying Archer was on a case, he leaves, feeling melancholy but acts tough anyway. Then, when Spade returns, Tom Polhaus and Lieutenant Dundy accuse Spade of murdering Archer... which he didn't do....
"I said that I'm not, repeat, NOT sleeping with that producer again!!!
This is the trailer for John Huston's 1940 masterpiece THE MALTESE FALCON starring, well, the trailer will tell you....
P.S. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE THIS MOVIE, A TOTAL CLASSIC!!! ;{D
(Caution: These series of blogs contain 1940's gangster slang and are rather silly... parental supervision and a A Dummies Guide To: Mystery, Crime, Detectives and All That Jazz is strongly advised to younger readers...)
So, after the celebration of baby Jesus, the several days of laziness that ended too soon, and waking up in 2012 ALIVE... I started to read the classic mystery/ detective novel The Maltese Falcon by the amazing author Dashiell Hammel in the year 1929. (That's an interesting name... Dashiell...)
Sorry, meow, where was I? Hmmmmmmmmmmm, Oh, dur, right! I was telling you about The Maltese Falcon! Anyhoo, this story starts out with a private dick literally (Thats what they were called back then), Sam Spade, whose facial features resemble "a blond satan."
"Man... Bogey is such a B.A. without trying "
Well, while Sam Spade is sitting in his office in San Francisco smoking a cigarette, his fair haired, sandy, tough yet sweet girl secretary, Effie Perrine, says that a Miss Ruth Wonderly, from New York City, wants to see him. Perrine tells Miss Wonderly that see may see Mr. Spade now. Miss Wonderly is a svelte stunner (A babe-her-ham) with dark red hair and blue sparkly eyes, her voice is lovely and soft, she seems charming and feminine, and she certainly catches Spades eye ;)... (He's good with the ladies, a womanizer if you will...) Anyways, she explains her situation to Spade, talking about how her sister, whose 5 years her senior, has run elope with a man named Floyd Thursby from England who is married FYI Her real concern is that Miss Wonderly's parents are on a vacation and will be returning to New York soon... they won't be very happy if they heard about their little girl with a man. (Dun... Dun... DUNNNNN.....) So, Miss Wonderly asks Spade to meet Floyd Thursby and try to negotiate with him and to make sure he doesn't hurt her little sister. At that same moment, Spade's partner Miles Archer, a stocky man, come in and introduces him, looking her up and down with hungry eyes. Spade tells him whats up and they agree to take the case. Miss. Wonderly pays them $200, (A lot of money in those days...) and leaves. When she leaves, Archer remarks on how "sweet" she is. Spade assists that Archer will meet this Floyd Thursby character.
"Since when did we have our names on the floor?"
In the middle of the night, Spade gets a phone call from his apartment by Detective Tom Polhaus that Archer was shot by an English gun (A Winchester, a rare gun)... So Spade goes to the scene, sees his partner laying dead in ditch, is asked what Archer was doing there, Spade answers saying Archer was on a case, he leaves, feeling melancholy but acts tough anyway. Then, when Spade returns, Tom Polhaus and Lieutenant Dundy accuse Spade of murdering Archer... which he didn't do....
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