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Film Noir Treasures from the 1940s Coming to DVD From TCM and Universal Studios Home Entertainment
This news comes just in time for Noirvember! How perfect. I’ve seen all three of the films coming out on this set and I can’t recommend them enough. Also included in this press release is the five films that Film Noir Foundation founder and president Eddie Muller will be showing during his stint as guest hot with Robert Osborne on TCM in January. Two of the five films I’ve seen and the other two are ones I’ve been dying to see. Actually, the two films that Eddie has picked that I have seen I saw because of him! One at TCMFF12 and the other during Noir City X. I see a pattern emerging.
Oscar Vault Monday – Dead End, 1937 (dir. William Wyler)
Continuing with Noirvember, I decided to write about a proto-noir, William Wyler’s Dead End. This is a fabulous example of crime cinema, coming at the end of the thirties and a wave of films like Scarface and The Petrified Forest. Dead End takes a look at the life of several residents who live in tenements located below luxury apartments built for the view of the picturesque East River. The film was nominated for four Academy Awards, though it didn’t win any: Best Art Direction, Best Cinematography, Best Supporting Actress Claire Trevor and Best Picture. The other films nominated for Best Picture that year were The Awful Truth, Captains Courageous, The Good Earth, In Old Chicago, Lost Horizon, One Hundred Men and a Girl, Stage Door, A Star Is Born and winner The Life of Emile Zola.
Movie Quote of the Day – Side Street, 1950 (dir. Anthony Mann)
Harriet Sinton: It was real sweet of you to buy that bottle, hun. You got real nice manners, Joe. I like nice manners. I like you, hun. I like you a lot. “My love is like a red, red rose that’s newly sprung in June. My love is like a melody that’s sweetly played in tune.” You like poetry, hun? That’s Robert Burns. “A Red, Red Rose.” George hated poetry. He hit me once when I recited Robert Burns. He hit me right in the eye. George was no good.
Joe Norson: George?
Harriet Sinton: My fiancé. My ex-fiancé. George had no manners at all.

























