The cashier Christopher, who has worked diligently all his life , has only one hobby in his daily life, drawing, and he never dared to expect his talent to be recognized. Christopher married a widow only to save the rent money. The two quarreled on weekdays. Christopher had never enjoyed a woman's love in his life. By chance, he meets a beautiful young woman named Katie Katie thinks she's in love with her boyfriend Johnny, who just exploits and takes advantage of her. Under the instigation of Johnny, Katie began to try to defraud Christopher of money. Christopher thought the young woman was in love with him and would embezzle public funds to satisfy her. His boss has always trusted him on weekdays, believing that he has something to hide, and after finding out, he just fired him instead of handing him over to the police. Katie has always regarded Christopher as a great painter, and a suspicious Johnny sells Christopher's paintings, which are recognized as genius works by famous critics and galleries. Katie falsely claimed to be the author of the paintings and was made a big star. Instead of blaming her, Christopher was amazed at what happened. He asked Katie to marry him, only to be laughed at by the other party. In anger, Christopher killed Katie with an ice pick, and then Johnny, who arrived at the murder scene, was sent to the hanging chamber as the murderer. Christopher was left with nothing again, and he was condemned by his conscience and became a homeless man. He told people that he killed the couple, but no one believed him, only that he was delusional. Christopher would hear the accusations and ridicules of grievances ringing in his ears whenever a person walked alone down the street.
Scarlet Street movie plot
2022-10-14 21:00
Extended Reading
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Kitty March: You know those art galleries on Fifth Avenue? The prices they charge! I saw one little picture that cost fifty-thousand dollars. They call it, uh, 'Seezan'.
Christopher Cross: Cezanne? Oh, he was a great French painter. I'd like to own that painting.
Kitty March: You would? For fifty-thousand dollars?
Christopher Cross: You can't put any price on masterpieces like that. They're worth, well, whatever you can afford to pay for them.
Kitty March: You know what, Chris? I bet I saw some of your pictures there and didn't know it. Next time I'll look for your name.
Christopher Cross: Oh no no no no no. I, uh... I don't sell my pictures.
Kitty March: Well not in New York you mean.
Christopher Cross: No, I-...
Kitty March: I know. I bet your sell your pictures in Europe, France or someplace like that. I don't know much about painting, but I bet your get as much for your pictures in France as those Frenchman get right here in New York. You're never appreciated in your own country.
Christopher Cross: Well that's one way of looking at it. But you know when I paint, I don't think of money. I just paint for fun.
Kitty March: Fun?
Christopher Cross: Yes. I think it's the most fun I know, painting. I wish I had all the time to paint.
Kitty March: But don't you have time?
Christopher Cross: [stammering] Well you know... business takes a lot of time.
Kitty March: I wonder when you get all that money.
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Kitty March: How long does it take you to paint a picture?
Christopher Cross: Sometimes a day, sometimes a year. You can't tell. It has to grow.
Kitty March: I never knew paint could grow.
Christopher Cross: Feeling grows. You know, that's the important thing, feeling. You take me. No one ever taught me how to draw, so I just put a line around what I feel when I look at things.
Kitty March: Yeah I see.
Christopher Cross: It's like falling in love I guess. You know... first you see someone, then it keeps growing, until you can't think of anyone else.
Kitty March: That's interesting.
Christopher Cross: The way I think of things, that all art is. Every painting, if it's any good, is a love affair.
Kitty March: I never heard anyone talk like that before.
Christopher Cross: There aren't many people you can talk to this way. So you keep it to yourself. You walk around with everything bottled up.