As with M, Fritz Lang showcases another unforgettable use of sound in its infancy. The crime thriller as a mechanical perpetual evil on the verge of expansion. Opening scene is an all-timer.
Mostly a puritanical exercise in Christian perseverance, but madman Cecil B. DeMille always found time for debauchery. This is one naughty Sunday School special. The Sign of the Cross not only features an incredibly horny cast dressed up in decadent costumes but also a highlight reel of exotic animals killing Christians in a gladiator arena in the climax. Elephants stepping on heads, gorillas and alligators assaulting women, and countless angry lions. And I didn't even mention Claudette Colbert bathing in milk. Absolutely deranged, a total Pre-Code wonder.
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Disney/Lucasfilm Headquarters. Int. Day.
Rian Johnson: Oh, hey, JJ!
JJ Abrams: Hi Rian, how's it going?
RJ: Great! I just wanted to say that really enjoyed my time making The Last Jedi. It was so exciting to craft a personal film with Disney money. And everyone at Lucasfilm approved it right away because Episode 7 left me with a bunch of mystery-box ideas and set-up that wasn't going to lead anywhere. Who directed that one again?
JJ: Me. I…