François Truffaut once said that "Film lovers are sick people." He may have been on to something.
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Saturday, April 13, 2013
Film Review: Mildred Pierce (1945)
Shots ring out in a beautiful, well-adorned house. In stark, Expressionistic black and white, a man falls into frame. His name is Monte Beragon (Zachary Scott), and as life oozes out of him, he manages one final word: Mildred. It's the name of his new wife (played by Joan Crawford in Oscar-winning form) who is introduced in similarly bleak fashion. Depicted in luminous, shimmering monochrome, Mildred Pierce is first seen contemplating taking the proverbial long walk off a very literal short pier. She is only stopped from taking a final, fatal step by a passing police officer, who reminds her that if she does anything silly, he'll have to dive in to save her. His meaning is easily understood: selfishness ripples out and hurts people beside the perpetrator. It's a lesson Mildred knows all too well.
Labels:
1940s,
classic,
drama,
film,
film review,
James M. Cain,
Joan Crawford,
Michael Curtiz,
noir,
thriller
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