What Got This Director Here?: Body of work.
My Favorite Past Experience Was…: Steel Helmet.
What Did I Watch: Pickup on South Street.
Where Does He Fit: Pickup on South Street is everything you could want from a movie and it does it in eighty minutes. It’s a miracle how such a grim, nasty little tale about how the poor get treated like shit and political affiliations are irrelevant can turn into a web of complexities related to domestic abuse and assisted suicide and the power of film to change lives with a single frame. The dialogue is deliciously savory, the camera whirls around with countless perfect edits, and the mise en scene is sparsely perfect. Best of all: Thelma Ritter, robbed of her rightful Oscar after giving a monologue for the ages.
Most Valuable Asset: Furious search for the truth.
Most Excited For: Shock Corridor.
Did They Deserve a Spot?: Absolutely.
Coming Up Next: French Hitchcock Henri-Georges Clouzot.