Watched THE BIG SLEEP today. Normally I find myself not as attracted to the stars of movies in the 40s and 50s, simply because beauty standards have changed somewhat, but in this case I was surprised to discover that the star, Lauren Bacall, is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.
Bogey, on the other hand, mystified me. He was fantastic in the role and not unattractive, but the way every woman in the movie winked at him and was like, “Oh, Bogey, you can do anything you want to me” made me wonder if a 1946 audience would’ve viewed him differently–to my eyes, he wasn’t even the hottest guy in that movie.
The film itself was pretty good. Extremely confusing. The Lauren Bacall character kind of stole the show–she was so much more vivid than she was in the book. On the other hand, it was weird to have so much emphasis on Marlowe. In the books, he fades into the background and feels more like a lens into this bleak, lonely version of Los Angeles, but in the movie it’s impossible to ignore him. I was left wondering what’s his angle? Why does he care? What makes Marlowe tick? You never really find out.
Oh, finally, the General was so good! I kept waiting for him to come back! He was fantastic. Half-dead and dissatisfied with life, but still kicking.