The Asphalt Jungle (John
Huston, 1950)
Mix a criminal mastermind, tough-guys,
and double-crossing suicide. Hardboil to
urban decay. Greasy Emmerich swindling
hooligan-employees. Soft-boiled Marilyn
knowing she’ll soon have it all. But,
Sterling, keep your eyes on the recipe.
Farm-hands have problems of their own.
Down Mexico way, Maddow typed while Huston
strutted. Which begs the question: is this
the state of things or capitalism on its
uppers? Goutez-vous. Can crime exist in a
culture based on theft? Poor Dix, dying
alongside a disinterested horse, who, unlike
Mr Ed, or drugged mule Frances, hasn’t
sufficient chops to tell it like it is.
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