Well, I lied. Yesterday wasn't supposed to be devoted to Kiss Me Deadly, but rather Murder, My Sweet! What a mess I have made...
Raymond Chandler penned this Philip Marlowe noir. It was one I've never seen, and I gotta say I liked it quite alright. Though I do prefer Philip Marlowe to Philip Marlowe. But that's okay—Claire Trevor stole the show anyway—she's all the force of a gloomy hurricane or dust-blown trail. Check out Murder, My Sweet. It's classic noir—lots of drinking, plenty of dark shadows, tough brutes and tougher dames, and of course a thousand Chandlerisms.
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