This week in the shop, we go digging through the dust — all the way back to 1946. The war was over, the drinks were stiff, and the men had faces like crumpled maps. We're talking about a film, where the plot’s a maze, the dames are dangerous, and nobody says what they mean unless it’s with a gun.
We ask the real questions: Did people really age that badly, or did everyone just look like they'd already buried a few secrets? Did we give noir the cold shoulder too fast… or was it just that one Robert Downey Jr. mess that soured the bottle?
Natalie’s back — sharper than a stiletto in a silk stocking — drawing a straight line from this flick to The Empire Strikes Back. Same writer, same trouble. Her whole family showed up to the shop this week, turning movie night into a full-blown reunion with shadows on the wall.
Kev confesses he's never seen a film from the '40s. Never knew black-and-white could bleed so much. Andy’s got his own skeleton to drag out: this one used to be number one on the list. Now it's parked at twelve, but maybe that's just the way things shake out in a town full of bad luck and worse lighting.
At number 12, The Big Sleep. It's not just the title. It's a warning.