The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Unwanted Image #7

An excised scene from Sweet Smell of Success
(Alexander Mackendrick; 1957)


Rob said...

A cookie full of arsenic. One of my favorite lines.


Tom Sutpen said...

My favorite line (and it's partly because of the way Lancaster delivers it) is:

"Harvey, I often wish I were deaf and wore a hearing aid. With the flick of a switch I could shut out the greedy murmur of little men."

And the way he says a simple line like "Mack, I don't want this man at my table" just after that simply nails it well and truly.

Some people complained that Lancaster was miscast as J.J. Hunsecker because he didn't look like a B'way columnist (translation: he didn't look like Winchell), but he sinks into every single line he has in that film so beautifully that that if it's miscating at al (I question that seriously), it's the most fortuitous miscasting there's ever been.