Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Brick
She was in trouble, big trouble, so she called him. He hadn't seen her in a while, but he still took the origami and the call. When she showed up dead, he shook things up looking for answers.
Who was on the in? Who to trust? Queen of the theatre? The man about town? The ivory-tickling seductress? The crippled dealer? The muscle with the short fuse? He's got help but has to keep 'em at a distance for their own good as much as any other reason.
Why'd she end up face down, water running through her hair? Get your specks on Brick, you'll know the score.
[Tags: Brick, Film, Noir]
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Yeah, it's a cracker alright - for all the everything else though, one thing stuck in my mind - the chicken jug.