I got upstairs last night just in time to miss the first couple of minutes of Mission Impossible: 2. The story was okay, for the genre, but the producers suffer from a bad case of "A-Team-itis," which is to say that "rate of fire" should not be one of the criteria upon which one makes a film.
This morning, I dodged through a landscape mined with telepreachers (I have been known to listen, from time to time, but the Spirit didn't move me in that direction, this morning), and arrived at the Turner Classics Movie channel, just in time to catch the last 15 minutes or so of Joan of Paris, a WW-II flick starring an unfamiliar actress in the lead role, with Paul Henreid as her love interest.
I caught the film at about the start of a nice sequence where Henreid is trying to evade surveillance by the Gestapo (he's apparently a shot-down Free French flyer, and the bad guys know he's trying to rendez-vous with other fliers, which is why they prefer to watch Henreid instead of pounce). The sequence is entirely without words; it just shows images of two men: one trying to escape, and the other doggedly maintaining his distance.
The next movie up was Bogart's In a Lonely Place, but unfortunately, I have a couple of translations that need to get finished ASAP, so I could not afford the luxury of lolling about in bed to watch it. Too bad.
Off to work!
Cheers...
This morning, I dodged through a landscape mined with telepreachers (I have been known to listen, from time to time, but the Spirit didn't move me in that direction, this morning), and arrived at the Turner Classics Movie channel, just in time to catch the last 15 minutes or so of Joan of Paris, a WW-II flick starring an unfamiliar actress in the lead role, with Paul Henreid as her love interest.
I caught the film at about the start of a nice sequence where Henreid is trying to evade surveillance by the Gestapo (he's apparently a shot-down Free French flyer, and the bad guys know he's trying to rendez-vous with other fliers, which is why they prefer to watch Henreid instead of pounce). The sequence is entirely without words; it just shows images of two men: one trying to escape, and the other doggedly maintaining his distance.
The next movie up was Bogart's In a Lonely Place, but unfortunately, I have a couple of translations that need to get finished ASAP, so I could not afford the luxury of lolling about in bed to watch it. Too bad.
Off to work!
Cheers...