Yet another example of a movie that ages well, The Big Sleep was highly entertaining. The plot was twisty and turny (unnecessarily sometimes), the writing was beyond sharp, and Bogie’s Philip Marlowe was surrounded by babes. I’m still grinning about the book store scene in which the previously bespectacled shop girl, having offered to share her bottle of rye with Marlowe, turns back to him; glasses off and luscious hair let down. He concedes that although he could very well stand outside in the rain waiting for the subject of his investigation to show up, he’d “a lot rather get wet in here.”. (Fade to the next scene… he’s leaving.) “Aren’t you forgetting something?”, she asks. His response is a puzzled expression. She answers her own question, “Me.”. What’s not to like?

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