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peterlorrefanpage · 1 year
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Peter Lorre + Head of Glass (radio)
Dramatic monologue! (Less than 6 minutes, too.)
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tygerland · 7 months
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M (1931)
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chiropteracupola · 2 months
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the year is 1951. you have $2,460,000, film rights to three hornblower novels, and all the leftover sets from the 1950 treasure island movie.
now, the most important question lies before you: who do you cast as horatio hornblower?
[this is a post for having a discussion mostly because I think gregory peck was a really weird choice. please share your thoughts.]
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On May 11, 1931, Fritz Lang's M premiered in Berlin.
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Here's some new Peter Lorre art!
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autumncottageattic · 2 years
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Casablanca is a 1942 American romantic drama film starring Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman, and Paul Henreid
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machetelanding · 2 years
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jp-hunsecker · 1 year
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Lorre might have singlehandedly made this lesser noir worthwhile, were it not that his uniquely expressive face has been deprived of the ability to emote.
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twenty-words-or-less · 9 months
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Casablanca
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Summary: American expat Rick (Humphrey Bogart) must choose between his love for old flame Ilsa (Ingrid Bergman) and helping her husband Victor (Paul Henreid) escape from the titular city.
God fucking damn it (complimentary).
Rating: 5/5
Photo credit: Roger Ebert
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sloshed-cinema · 2 years
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Arsenic and Old Lace (1944)
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It’s like the world’s first episode of Arrested Development, down to the opening tongue-in-cheek narration.  If Brooklyn truly is a whole other microcosm separated from Proper America by the East River, the Brewster clan certainly prove that.  A gaggle of killers and eccentrics all, chosen son Brewster must do what he can to keep them together, if only for his own good.  Mortimer’s dotty Aunts Abby and Martha rationalize their killings so sweetly, yet have amassed a serial killer trophy collection of hats which would make Dahmer wince.  They watch over a man-child who believes he is Teddy Roosevelt, but would never allow army to have a half day.  And out of the shadows emerges the sinister prodigal son Jonathan, scarred up and resembling Boris Karloff, flanked by his simpering stooge Dr Einstein.  Factor in a few cops of varying degrees of unintelligence, and all you’re missing is a never-nude.  Cary Grant plays the frazzled straight man trying to keep it all together, but his own brand of crazy bubbles to the surface in a seemingly endless supply of goofy expressions.  Trussed up and tied to a chair at one point, he more closely resembles Muppet than man.  
Adapted from a play, Arsenic and Old Lace clearly wears its theatrical roots on its sleeve in its limited setting and quick-witted dialogue.  The set is very stagey, down to a flat image of the Brooklyn Bridge to help establish its exterior when need be.  The dead bodies of the two men are never shown in a comedic touch which both feels true to a play and likely helps the film abide the Hayes Code.  Yet all the same the film makes excellent use of its new medium to bridge the gap.  Shadows play an important role, allowing for Jonathan to skulk and loom as need be.  There is also a strong meta streak to the narrative.  Sure, as the plot thickens and the bodies pile up in “Panama,” things become increasingly ridiculous, but the film is acutely aware of that.  Only chumps and dummies allow themselves to be trapped by a known killer, right?  Take that self-aware humor, Deadpool!  
THE RULES
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Someone says ‘marriage’.
The Bridal Chorus is whistled or features in the score.
Cary Grant makes a wacky face.
Panama is mentioned.
BIG DRINK
Someone charges loudly up the stairs.
Commentary intertitle.
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I miss watching Peter Lorre movies👉👈 I have been speed watching through his entire discography for a year now and I'm still nowhere done (it's hard to get through 70+ movies ok)
Now all that's really left is movies he made when he was in old age which kinda don't hit or lost German films which uhh they are lost so you can understand why.
I can rewatch my favorites, I have a lot of. I find it funny how his characters contrast. Like in The Mask Of Dimitrios his character gets freaked out by seeing a dead body, while in The Verdict he's absolutely excited seeing one and is actually disappointed that it's not as scary as he hoped.
It's funny to think about how I just enjoy his movies as it's own thing, unrelated to his parodies. I started last year with Arsenic and Old Lace since it was seemingly the most popular one and I wanted to know why Peter was parodied so much. It didn't answer my questions but bug eyed boy is cute and fun to watch.
Now 57 movies later, I still don't get where his parody image comes from. I love Slappy and all but where tf does this come from?? Why are all the peter parodies giggling homicidal maniacs?? I get Peter Lorre's breakout role was him playing a child serial killer but even then it's no where near similar to his parodies. I like it but if I was to make a more accurate parody of Peter then I wouldn't do that.
But if I was to make a peter parody then he WOULD be a giggling maniac because it's cute as fuck. I love it. They are so unnervingly adorable. I want his parodies to continue forever no matter how far removed they are from the source material because they're so amusing and maybe someone might end up discovering the real Peter Lorre and end up having fun combing through his movies like I did.
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peterlorrefanpage · 1 year
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Peter Lorre as Palm Reader (TV) - 1955
In Climax! "A Promise to Murder," Peter Lorre is the mild-mannered Mr. Vorhees, a palm reader whose prophecies bear a sinister fulfillment…
But there's much more than that.
"I don't believe we really grow up. I. . .I mean yes, our bodies grow up, but inside you remain the same. You know something, I. . .I don't think I've -- I don't think I've ever been in a playroom before. No, not except in dreams. And I never had any toys. Oh, I was promised, yes, always. Next week, next week, next month. . .never happened, no. It was always a magic promise but. . .just promised." - Peter Lorre as Mr. Vorhees
(And the way his eyes look during that speech is captivating.)
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"His scenes in a boy’s playroom, where he dreamily retreats into memories of his own deprived childhood and rediscovers the magic of youth, display the sort of hand-to-glove fit that characterizes the actor’s best performances." - The Lost One: A Life of Peter Lorre
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Peter brings such great energy and depth to this role.
This episode got its start as Oscar Wilde’s "Lord Arthur Saville’s Crime."
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vintage-every-day · 8 months
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Peter Lorre in 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, a 1935 American drama film directed by Josef von Sternberg for Columbia Pictures.
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This morning I dreamed (twice! I woke up and then dozed off again and had the exact same dream) that I had discovered an unlabeled VHS tape at a consignment shop. Being a foolish sort who is always the first victim of any cursed object, I bought the suspicious tape just to see what was on it. The first thing it played was a selectable DVD menu (on a tape??) of clips from well-known movies and past actors, mostly from horror movies. Except these "well-known" clips were entirely made up in my brain. These scenes included:
A living body being torn in two by unknown forces, exposing all the stretchy arteries before getting ripped apart entirely (reminiscent of John Carpenter's "The Thing," now that I think about it)
Katherine Hepburn trying to keep her head above water, slowly drowning in her own bed as the room mysteriously fills with a rising tide
Some kind of weird docu-drama about American Thanksgiving, and a bunch of "traditional" families who insisted that the only true celebration was a confession of sins at the Golden Corral buffet (this one is true; Golden Corral inspires prayer only through fear)
A woman possessed by a demon, whose mouth moved in uncanny ways and opened unnaturally wide every time she spoke
And finally, a young-ish Peter Lorre in full clown makeup, making a panicked phone call in his dressing room while two other people looked on in worry. This is not without precedent, strangely enough:
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Maybe he enters my dreams as a clown every night, but I am unaware of it. o_o
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schlock-luster-video · 9 months
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On September 5, 2014, Fritz Lang's M was re-releasedin a limited number of theaters in the United Kingdom.
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romanceyourdemons · 5 months
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Here's your excuse to talk about noir. Give me your uuuh top five (ten?). And why
hmm let’s see. double indemnity (1944) because come on. it’s everything a noir should be. all the king’s men (1949) and citizen kane (1941) for their well-paced psychological drama. the sniper (1952) and possessed (1947) for their interesting postwar/midcentury perspectives on mental health. the third man (1949) and the stranger (1946) for their interesting postwar perspectives (i swear i’m not an orson welles stan). detour (1945) for its presentation of the open road. the bigamist (1943) for its presentation of women (i AM an ida lupino stan). m (1931) for peter lorre’s monologue at the end. and the maltese falcon (1941) because i legally cannot make a list like this without including it somewhere
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anhed-nia · 8 months
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BLOGTOBER 10/10-11/2023: MAD LOVE (1935), BODY PARTS (1991)
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I had always heard, casually, that Eric Red's BODY PARTS was a remake of Karl Freund's MAD LOVE. The relationship can't be quite that direct, since each film is adapted from a separate novel--MAD LOVE from Maurice Renard's The Hands of Orlac (1920), and BODY PARTS from a book with the English title Choice Cuts (1968) by crime-writing duo Pierre Boileau and Thomas Narcejac. It just so happens that the two films deal with the notion that consciousness exists throughout the body, not only in the brain. This is a real idea, actually (Wayback doesn't get behind this paywall, but maybe you have something better), although I haven't heard anyone posit that personality exists throughout the body like it does in these exciting movies.
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Simply one of the best appearances of a human being in a movie.
In MAD LOVE Colin Clive plays Stephen Orlac, a famous pianist who, after a devastating accident, receives a transplant of both hands from the disturbed Dr. Gogol (Peter Lorre). Orlac doesn't know that he now has the hands of a murderer, and they have retained their former habits. Gogol uses the ensuing drama to try to deprive the pianist of his beautiful wife Yvonne (Frances Drake), a Grand Guignol performer with whom the doctor is obsessed. Gogol seems to know that body parts can remain identified with their original owner, and perhaps this awareness feeds into his general attachment to appearances. His projected relationship with Yvonne is filtered through layers of simulation: He "knows" her from her stage role, and he lives with a wax figure of her in a self-conscious imitation of the myth of Galatea, the living statue. Perhaps what's inside doesn't count so much, when the personality is equally embedded in the outside.
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In BODY PARTS, psychiatrist Bill Crushank (Jeff Fahey, don't ya just love him?) receives a new arm after a surviving a spectacular car wreck. The experimental procedure seems like a godsend until previous owner's violent nature begins to infect Crushank's behavior. To solve the mystery of what is happening to him, he seeks out the recipients of other limbs donated by the same crazed killer, including a vigorous young athlete named Mark (Peter Murnik) who needed new legs, and Remo (Brad Dourif), a hack painter who has experienced a burst of highly lucrative inspiration since he accepted his new arm. All of the men have been contaminated with the original donor's destructive rage, but Mark and Remo are less willing to part with their, er, parts. Here we have a whiff of the notion that the beast in man--the animal self that resists civilization--is connected to bodily power and pleasure, and also to subconscious, intuitive mental activities like the artistic impulse. Crushank, a psychiatrist who works with prisoners to help civilize them, is naturally less benefited by these bestial qualities.
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The makeup in this movie is incredibly great, you can practically smell that arm.
BODY PARTS and MAD LOVE share the intriguing feature of a kind of decentralized evil. There is the evil of the original owner of the parts, and the evil that grows in their unwitting recipients, and the evil of the egomaniacal doctors who perform the operations for their own purposes. Villainy is sort of a free-floating essence that travels through bodily tissue but is never confined to a single, containable, even killable person. Instead it spreads like a virus through a person's life until both their inner feelings and their outer circumstances are entirely tainted. It's fortunate for the films' protagonists that consciousness is still corporeally dependent, despite how communicable it is, or else things could have been a lot worse!
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PS Both of these movies deserve a lot more attention than I was able to give them during what I did not know would turn into a speed run season of Blogtober. I reserve the right to revisit them later! I didn't even get to talk about how BODY PARTS was co-written by Norman Snider who co-wrote DEAD RINGERS with David Cronenberg...
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