Some films are like coming home; this home sits at the end of a dark, dank alley.
We know the characters so well, they become family; this family is host to a killer.
And the script is imprinted upon our memory until the dialogue drips from our lips without thought, for indeed, they have become our own thoughts.
One of these films for me is Laura (1944). Like the eponymous heroine, this elegantly crafted Film Noir leaves an indelible impression with every viewing. As summarized on its IMDb page: “A police detective falls in love with the woman whose murder he is investigating.”
Directed by one of the “Old Hollywood” greats, Otto Preminger, Laura is a classic ‘whodunit’? A beautiful dame has been killed, a gumshoe-with-gumption starts asking questions, skeletons rattle in their proverbial closets, and then the first act ends, and nothing is what it seemed.
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Today’s song is brought to you by a combination of a cold glass of beer, good southern barbecue, the Coen brothers, and a very wet day.
When I was growing up, my parents LOVED folk singers. This makes sense, of course, considering that they grew up in the 70s, when folk music was popular music and singer-songwriters were the celebrated troubadours of the day. As a lover of stories myself, this music had a habit of getting stuck in my head. Or as Stephen Schwartz would say, “sticking to the soul.” I still crank up the volume when Gordon Lightfoot sings of “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald,” and when I was… 10? 11? I loved wailing out the chorus of today’s sad, sobby song. I think we can all relate, sometimes, to someone who’s gone a little mad…
I’ve always enjoyed how ominous this particular little song sounds. It’s a very subtle, almost dry appraisal of the situation. The singer knows the consequences of a love affair, knows it is likely not to end well, but still dances… because life is short.