From Underworld, Josef von Sternberg, 1927
QUITE a nifty picture, of course. I was hardly surprised at how much Scarface it's got in it, but slightly surprised at how much Rio Bravo. von Sternberg and Hawks—you could hardly imagine more dissimilar directors, I guess, but the connective tissue here is of course Ben Hecht. (There's a bit more connective tissue, too, but we'll save that for another time.) I watched this as part of a Hecht study—I'm midway through his epic autobiography now, and something's brewing. Anyway, this bit of dialogue, uttered by Evelyn Brent (hubba hubba cubed) as "Feathers" (toldja bout the Rio Bravo thing), struck me. I do enjoy a drift now and again, myself.