poliphilo

I still don't know the plot of Lady from Shanghai. Obviously Rita Hayworth is wicked and Everett Sloane is wicked and the other guy is wicked too- but exactly how they're shafting one another- and who exactly shot whom and why- continues to escape me. I thought maybe this time I'd pay a little more attention to all the he said, she said business, but when it got to the point where Welles explains everything in voiceover I was so overwhelmed- as always- by the gorgeousness of the visuals that I couldn't take any of it in.

Thank you, flu. If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't have been flopped in front of the TV yesterday afternoon watching Lady from Shanghai for the umpteenth time.

Is it really the most beautiful movie ever made?

Yes. I believe so.

My throat still hurts. I had a dream I was dodging lightning bolts. Apart from the throat, I don't feel too bad- apart from being heavy-eyed from lack of sleep.