Wow.

[lamardeuse]

So because it's only 48 fricking degrees outside and I am thus trying to delay my yard work for as long as possible, I stumbled upon a 1948 movie on TCM called Big City, and within minutes I was boggling. On the surface, it's one of those fabulous postwar idealist movies where Americans from all faiths and cultures (all white, usually) come together in beautiful, patriotic harmony - the plot is basically that a cantor, an Irish Catholic cop and a settlement house reverend all adopt an orphan together - I kid you not. But underneath, it's ridiculously slashy, at least where Robert Preston (the reverend) and Danny Thomas (the cantor) are concerned. They tend to be on the same wavelength - even to the point of falling head-over-heels for the girl's teacher, who mostly looks terrified that these lonely, horny religious types are macking on her - and when their happy threesome is threatened by the Irish guy marrying a scarlet woman (Betty Garrett, who is really not all that scarlet, but then these guys don't get out a lot), they present a unified front and touch each other a lot. It's - yeah, I wish I'd known what it was like so I could record it. That one's definitely worth watching again.



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