
Originally Posted by
eubiecat
I found a copy of William Castle's 1949 UNDERTOW, which had long been on my wanna-see-list. It's rather paint-by-numbers noir until the tremendously frightening and intense set-piece at the end--one of the movies' most complete moments of utter doom, and one which I don't want to spoil for those who've not seen it.
Last night I revisited Frank Borzage's MOONRISE, from 1948. Few movies convey the limitations of small-town life like this one. Dane Clark is a particularly unlikable and morose anti-hero. John Russell's cinematography is gorgeous. The very fluid camera is like Max Ophuls', moving up and down, back and forth, really inhabiting the universe this movie depicts, and imparting that sense of being there to the viewer. The haunting scenes of Rex Ingram sitting on his bayou front-porch, singing a minor-keyed murder ballad to his guitar accompaniment, are a remarkable achievement.