🎩 The Third Man—June 25, 2019

Comrades! We’ll be hosting another movie night!

This one is… The Third Man, a “classic” starring Orson Welles.


99% freshness on Rotten Tomatoes, WAOW. There may or may not be a “read this passage in the style of Orson Welles” contest. There may or may not be whiskey to set the mood. :tumbler_glass:

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Another night, another success! Some things that came up:

  • Ian regaled us with a bit of history from this movie: Austria covered in rubble after a terrible war, the zither soundtrack by Anton Karas, its contrast to Casablanca as The Big Hit by America on the other side of World War 2 (right after, as opposed to right before).

  • I noted that just like many of the games I’ve recently been playing have “biomes” for each level (the lava/desert level, the ice/snow level, the forest stage), each of Harry’s friends and accomplices have their own little “biome” of untrustworthyness: The Doctor, so professional and steely-faced, blowing dust off his things, being interrupted while carefully serving himself a luxury meal in a city facing poverty. The Cultured Queer-coded Overly Smiley Guy: “I’ve read your books, Holly! Look how friendly I am! I’m playing the violin!” The Club Owner: so shmalzy, “have a drink, in this city you’ll need it!,” with his little mustache, in a pinstripe suit.

  • There’s a lot of mention that Holly writes cops-and-robbers Westerns, and as you learn more about Lime the piece approaches it, a bit like Cabin In The Woods or Scream in telling you the game before showing you a great example of it (though not campy or overtly self-aware). Even when Anna gets off the train, the scene ends with her leaving in a huff, and swinging saloon doors by Holly’s coat on the floor.


I could hear my HS Drama teacher’s voice (who showed us Citizen Kane) during a lot of shots of this movie, on just how damn intentional everything was. This shot going up the stairs :point_up: , the leaves falling so artfully during this shot


A lot about the sewer chase


I clowned around a bit on Orson Welles and the modern take on him (mostly, how his voice inspired The Brain from Pinky and the Brain). It’s was a hard for me to find a good voice on him though, and Welles didn’t really Welles it up so hard with epic wraughtness in this movie, he played it pretty straight (it worked).

I’m also reminded of The Silence of the Lambs being thought of as an Anthony Hopkins masterpiece, and it’s frequently forgotten that he got that Oscar and stole the show for only 16 minutes of screen time. Welles gets top billing and is the most remembered (and gif-ed) actor of this movie, but he only shows up way later and, comparably speaking, pretty briefly.

Until next week!