No, Jimmy, your butt certainly does NOT look fat in those swim trunks.
I MET A MURDERER (1939) barely made it out of the silent era, with all those dramatic close-ups, overwrought orchestral crescendoes, and awkward edits. Plus, the leading lady’s eyebrows were about tweezed out of existence. (I know, I’m overly obsessed with eyebrow fashion through the ages.) But she did call their car “Auntie” and James Mason’s character shot his wife because she shot his border collie. Fair enough.
Oh, yeah, there was another movie in this double bill:
Even three-strip Technicolor couldn’t save this. When the lights went up, one of the PFA regulars loudly pronounced it a “stinker.”
FOOTSTEPS IN THE FOG (1955).
hahahaha – that shot of Mason in his skivvies had the very charming but proper Englishman sitting next to me exclaim “My God! He was a gorgeous man – what a backside!” at the end of the movie.
I saw this film at the Film Forum in NYC for their awesome Brit Noir/Mason Most Noir series –
Where did you get your screen shots? I have to get me a copy of the movie for those swimtrunks.