Hands Up!
THE FORGOTTEN hits the stands once more over at The Auteurs’ Notebook, where Tourneur pere et fils come under analysis, and we ponder the question of why it is so few filmmakers have their legs amputated. A strange resonance is generated, since we were just discussing REAR WINDOW and Cornell Woolrich, a literary peg-leg.
shadowplay 
October 1, 2009 at 7:50 pm
I’ve had a copy of this for ages, but never watched it – must do so now!
My one memory of BERLIN EXPRESS is Merle Oberson wandering through the rubble of a bombed-out city, looking as if she’d just stepped out of a fitting at Dior – which, knowing and loving Merle as I do, she probably had!
October 1, 2009 at 8:00 pm
It’s Merle’s all-time worst performance, and the worst performance in any Tourneur movie — and the worst French accent outside of Olivier in 49th Parallel.
October 2, 2009 at 11:30 am
“Merle’s worst performance”? Wow! Competition in that field is intense!
October 2, 2009 at 2:09 pm
There is a brilliant article on Merle Oberon in the latest SENSES OF CINEMA (which went online today) written by somebody who actually knew her – although not in a Biblical sense, I hasten to add. Lots of people did, of course, but the author of this piece is not among them.