Those naked women got me thinking not about their film counterparts’ inevitable deaths, but rather about their inevitable sex acts. I thrill equally when Craig’s Bond gets the wife of the small-time criminal alone on the floor of his hotel villa, or the adamant but eventually swayed retrieval agent naked in their 5-star shared suite. It’s similar to how I feel when Connery’s Bond presents his Russian double agent with a trousseau of sexy nightgowns in their private train cabin, or even when Brosnan’s Bond finally charms his way past the proper exterior of his MI6 assigned psychologist.
I really like it when Bond gets the girl.
#NoirNovember has arrived, and ain’t she a dame. Josh and Alex sit down in a crudely-lit corner to work their way through several neo-noirs and one old black and white classic. Can they solve the mystery of James Ellroy’s melting clay dog, tell the good girl from the femme fatale (hint: one of them is Robin Tunney), and keep you from slipping into the dark underworld of Chinatown’s 1990 sequel?
In our very first episode, Josh and Alex discuss the movies they’ve been watching for #OccultOctober, which films truly terrified them as children, and play a horror-themed round of movie trivia. Alex professes her love of Rian Johnson, Josh is terrified of asshole children, and they both get excessively meta while discussing early to mid-90s horror narratives and the political realities they reflect.