Reviewing a classic like Mildred Pierce (1945) for all ye chutiyas who delude yourself that trash like 3 Idiots, Dasavatharam and My Name is Khan are the ne plus ultra of movies or that two-bit ass-wipe of an actress Priyanka Chopra is the real thing is akin to flinging the proverbial pearls before the passing herd of stinking swine.
Oh, well, let it be. Let it be. The milk of kindness overfloweth in our bosom today. 
By the way, Ginger Brandy with some Seltzer Water and two ice cubes and Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia ice cream on the side is a great combination. We strongly recommend it, particularly if you get writer’s cramp, or is it the writer’s block, as often as we do.
Wateva.
A short while ago, we popped the DVD of the 65-year-old movie Mildred Pierce into our home theater.
And from that moment on, until the end of this black and white film some 109-minutes later it was one lengthy, soul-shuddering orgasm.
To watch Joan Craword in Mildred Pierce is to marvel at an extraordinary actress who owns the screen.
A real actress, we mean. Not these dumb Bollywood c*nts, who wouldn’t know which orifice to shove the dildo into if we were to hand one to them.
And mind you Joan takes possession of the screen amidst a bunch of talented co-stars. Voila.
Why Mildred Pierce?
We picked Mildred Pierce from among the countless movies on Netflix for one reason.
One reason only.
Because it was directed by Michael Curtiz.
Michael Curtiz who, you ask? Of course, lemmings will ask such questions.
Show me your questions and I’ll tell you how big a schmuck you are.
Ha ha.
OK kiddo, enough of jousting around.
Michael Curtiz is was the director of Casablanca.
Yeah, the “We’ll always have Paris‘ movie featuring our inamorata Ingrid Bergman and Bogie a.k.a Humphrey Bogart.
A Classic
Excuse us for a minute, will you, while we replenish our glass and pat ourselves on the back for a fine pick.
Mildred Pierce is a movie that movie buffs are wont to classify in the noir genre.
It’s a dark night.
We see a house on the beach, lots of shots are fired, a man slumps forward on the carpet and dies.
But not before murmuring Mildred.
No, we don’t see the person shooting. All we notice is a car parked outside the house moving away.
And then we espy the sad-looking woman walking alone on the bridge and stopping.
Hell, what do sad-looking women in their 40s and standing alone on a bridge in the dark of the night contemplate.
A policeman dissuades her because he doesn’t want to catch pneumonia by jumping into the water to rescue her. Also, if she’s not stopped, there’d be no movie.
The man’s body is discovered.
By this time, the woman has reached her home. And the cops come calling again and ask her to go with them to the police station.
More than a Noir
Based on the above if you thought Mildred Pierce was merely another noir film, you’d be so wrong but forgiven since you don’t know all the facts.
You see Mildred Pierce is so much more – Tis’ a fine amalgam of insatiable greed, terrible betrayal, errors of judgment, personal loss, great sacrifice and, of course, deep love. Continue reading »
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