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“Being a leftist is a calling, not a career; it’s a vocation…It means you are concerned about structural violence, you are concerned about are concerned about institutionalized contempt against gay brothers and lesbian sisters, hatred against peoples of color, and the subordination of women. It means that you are willing to fight against them, and..the sources of social misery…That’s what it means to be a leftist…” ~ Dr. Cornel West 


Caught the 1941 ‘proto-noir’ film I Wake Up Screaming on TCM last night. It was originally called Hot Spot, released in 1941 and re-released in a bigger way again in 1948. You’ll spot posters, stills and lobby cards online under both titles. The movie’s based on a novel by the same name by Steve Fisher (the cover pic above is from Pulp Covers), who got to co-write the screenplay with Dwight Taylor. The story is pretty basic 1940’s era crime melodrama stuff: Agent/promoter Frankie Christopher (Victor Mature, he of the always astoundingly glistening black hair) is accused of murdering Vicky Lynn (played by Carole Landis), an actress he discovered as a waitress, and Frankie ends up trying to prove his innocence with the unlikely help of the victim’s own sister, Jill Lynn, played by Betty Grable in one of her few dramatic roles. There are nice supporting roles by Laird Cregar (just read a novel I’ll be posting about with a character repeatedly referred to as ‘that guy who looks like Laird Cregar) and Elisha Cook Jr. For my money, Carole Landis is the heart of the film, though her on-screen time is largely seen in flashbacks. Cool title, nifty dark ‘n shadowy scenes, and always fun to watch the birth of a dark and jaded film-making style that would evolve into what we call Film Noir.

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