Saturday, December 12
(1947, Lance Comfort) “I’m not intelligent like you are,” gushes Margaret Lockwood (The Lady Vanishes) to hubbie Ian Hunter, but why does she avoid photographs and only grudgingly allow herself to be painted by Barry K. Barnes? And after all his questions, is Barnes really an artist? A real rarity and a proto-feminist Noir from Laura author Vera Caspary. 35mm print courtesy BFI, London. Approx. 92 min.