Monday, July 28, 2008

The Right Light for a Bright Night

Slightly Scarlet (1956)
directed by Allan Dwan
rating: 3 out of 5 cravats
on DVD from Netflix

Howard Hughes had half the aerospace engineers in Texas at work on Jane Russell's bra, but all cinematographer John Alton needed to transfix the perverts at the censor's office was Technicolor, a spotlight, and two redheads playing sisters. Cain's graft plot is beside the point (screenplays dissolve like breath mints in the mouths of actresses like Arlene Dahl), and no amount of lurid political loyalties can do more than pace the two pairs of breasts that parade like Hitchcock's proverbial ticking bomb(s) from first frame to last. "Nymphomaniac," after all, is just a word, and every scene in Slightly Scarlet begins with "action!"