Scarlet Street Comments

  • Rhoda 2023-09-18 11:25:19

    Green Window Yanying continued. There is a court in everyone's...

  • Nelle 2023-09-03 21:23:57

    The streets were dark with something more than night. RAYMOND CHANDLER, “The Simple Art of Murder,”...

  • Issac 2023-09-02 23:44:42

    Just as an old man falls in love with a bright and beautiful young woman, the moment a conscientious cashier falls in love with art, the birth of tragedy is doomed. For him, love and art are nothing but surreal imaginations out of reality. The unfortunate poet is fortunate.” Those who are surrounded by art are never happy, even if he is Clos, even if he is...

  • Malachi 2023-08-31 00:46:50

    The narrative is skillful but the script is mediocre. The first two acts can be said to be ordinary dramas, without the slightest black taste. All surprises only appear in the third act. This is a problem with the plot arrangement. The ending of this film is too straightforward, and I think it is a helpless act to deal with the Hays...

  • Afton 2023-08-29 19:35:26

    I would say that the plot of this movie is a little mentally retarded, but the ending is pretty good. In any case, normal people, after killing people, will feel uneasy in their hearts. ....

  • Stephon 2023-08-26 10:23:09

    Four and a half stars. Textbook of Film Noir. Thinking brains are white and tender and beautiful, third-rate liars are tall, poor and handsome, and honest and short and ugly. Eventually, it also rises to the height of human suffering caused by...

  • Makenzie 2023-08-15 14:25:32

    The way the story is presented, as well as the film noir characterization, is an exploitation of the critical vision of the story, which could have been a work of sharp and profound realism. Compared with the sinister human nature and moral self-censorship that the film focuses on, its deep discourse contains the tragedy of the individual being killed by the conspiracy of his social reality. The latter is a video practice of social observation which is deafening....

  • Wayne 2023-08-13 01:00:13

    Fritz Lang's American film adaptation of Jean Renoir's 1931 classic The Bitch, which also stars Edward Robinson, Joan Bennett and Dan Dea following The Woman in the Window ( 1944) A reunion after a film. The exaggerated plot is believable because of all the irony in the film, and Edward Robinson's performance is...

  • Garnett 2023-08-12 09:34:32

    The all-round grief of the useless...it's so uncomfortable to watch. The filming is very beautiful, and the EGR acting is also slay. The appearance of the wife's deceased husband is necessary for the plot, but it is a bit abrupt. Duryea eats magpie farts again =...

  • Ladarius 2023-07-29 02:41:53

    At first I thought it was the blood maze 50 years ago, but later I found out that it was the absent person 50 years ago. It doesn't matter, it's all Cohen who has watched the series many...

Extended Reading
  • Thelma 2022-10-14 23:18:11

    escaped guilt, lost self

    More like a crime melodrama with noir elements. Influenced by Freudian theory, each character in the film is looking for a self, this self is disciplined, just like Johnny is extremely angry because others say he is "crazy", self-proof needs social recognition. And the identity of the male and...

  • Kaelyn 2022-10-14 17:45:56

    His life is doomed, and his soul cannot be liberated.

    Christopher Cross is married to a woman he doesn't love, (the woman doesn't love him either), and in life, apart from bickering with each other, he just ignores each other. Family life is like purgatory on earth. But he feels that life is still full of happiness. As a social person, his work is...

Scarlet Street quotes

  • 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.

  • 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.