Such incredible class. Her voice is still strong, but she's a little shaky. Does she has Parkinson's? It seems as if, poor thing, she falling apart as she does her "film noir" spiel.
This is the first time I've ever seen her falter so . . . as if age has finally caught up with her.
The Gods and Goddessess of Noir: Bogart and Bacall, Mitchum, Stanwyck, Robinson, Widmark, Hayworth, Turner . . . and – my GOD – Fred MacMurray. Those were the first actors and actresses to OOZE sex intelligently. In those monochromatic tones you'd find such heat. And that heat was worth killing for. Every crime was a crime of passion. And there were no real heroes. You felt dirty when you rooted for anyone. And when justice fell, surprisingly you didn't feel any better.
Those movies capture the gray areas of the real world more aptly than the anthems of the generation before.
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