Daniel Riccuito’s article on Beautiful Babs, which I had a tiny frozen hand in, has a new home, at MUBI. Here. Substantially reworked from the version that appeared at The Chiseler, and so worth your time revisiting.
Festival burnout struck me on Wednesday and I fell asleep during Heinosuke Gosho’s gentle comedy THE BRIDE TALKS IN HER SLEEP (1933) — I have never fallen aslep in a movie in my life, but my usual nocturnal insomnia and the warmth of the venue had me slipping into Morpheus’ embrace the instant the lights dimmed. So since then I’ve been aiming myself at the kind of stuff that keeps you awake — Freda’s THE HORRIBLE SECRET OF DR HICHCOCK, Pabst’s Hitler film THE LAST ACT, the restored LADY FROM SHANGHAI. And an early night tonight.