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Tuesday, September 13

12:40   4:55   9:10
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2:45   7:00
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DOUBLE FEATURE: Two films for one admission. Tickets purchased entitle patrons to stay and see the following film at no additional charge.


Directed by Billy Wilder
Starring Barbara Stanwyck

(1944) “I killed Dietrichson,” dictates Fred MacMurray’s insurance man Walter Neff, and then the flashbacks begin: prospective client Barbara Stanwyck’s Phyllis Dietrichson, clad only in a bath towel and ankle bracelet, exchanges double entendres, then swiftly turns the discussion from auto to accident insurance. But, after her husband’s “accident,” insurance investigator Edward G. Robinson just won’t let it rest. Wilder and Chandler adapted Cain’s then-notorious novel. 35mm. Approx. 106 mins.
12:40, 4:55, 9:10

Time (July 10, 1944)

– Time Out (London)

“The spiffy, suave James M. Cain based mega-noir that spawned a billion scheming-bitch thrillers… Barbara Stanwyck and Fred MacMurray become unforgettable, delicious clichés the minute they cock their eyebrows at one another in and around Billy Wilder’s shadowy L.A. interiors.”
– Michael Atkinson, Village Voice

“THE NE PLUS ULTRA OF DEADLY-DAME FILM NOIR! Wilder’s 1944 Double Indemnity [is] freshly restored for its 70th anniversary... but the stiletto dialogue needs no freshening.”
– David Edelstein, New York Magazine

“Stanwyck’s Phyllis Dietrichson, a platinum blonde who wears tight white sweaters, an anklet, and sleazy-kinky shoes, is perhaps the best acted and the most fixating of all the slutty, cold-blooded femmes fatales of the film noir genre. With her bold stare, her sneering, over-lipsticked, thick-looking mouth, and her strategically displayed legs, she’s a living entrapment device.”
– Pauline Kael

“Chandler and Wilder’s prose is as heightened as the shadowy look of the film, but MacMurray makes us believe in Walter as an L.A. archetype — the middle-class huckster/bachelor whose slick, cocky outward show wards off the pain of introspection. But Walter is more self-aware than he appears... [he] brims with disgust over his erotic weakness and amoral recklessness.”
– Kevin Lally, Wilder Times: The Life of Billy Wilder

“Though it sweats blood and deals with the lowest of low morals, somehow streams along with the glee of black comedy... MacMurray first spies Stanwyck at the top of the stairs, wearing a bath towel and a look of infinite mischief. She gets dressed, for decency’s sake, although, given that her outfit includes high heels with pom-poms and an ankle bracelet engraved with the name Phyllis, it might have been better for MacMurray if she hadn’t. Decency was never dirtier.”
– Anthony Lane, The New Yorker

“An agonizing experience... but I learned from it as much about screenwriting as I am capable of learning.”
– Chandler


Starring Joan Crawford

(1945, Michael Curtiz) Oscar winner Joan Crawford’s daughter-Ann-Blyth-loving Mildred relentlessly moves from housewife to waitress to restaurant mogul, en route dumping husband Bruce Bennett and acquiring sleazeball playboy Zachary Scott – or does she? Adapted from Cain’s steamy pulp classic. 35mm. Approx. 109 mins.
2:45, 7:00

“More authentic suggestions of sex than one hopes to see in American films.”
– James Agee

“The archetypal Joan Crawford movie.”
– Don Druker, Chicago Reader

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