Where Film Noir and the “Woman’s Picture” Intersect: No Man of Her Own (1950)

“Summer nights are pleasant in Caulfield. They smell of heliotrope and jasmine, honeysuckle and clover. The breeze that stirs the curtains is soft and gentle. There’s the hush, the stillness of perfect peace and security. Oh, yes, the summer nights are pleasant in Caulfield–but not for us. Not for us.” Desperate, pregnant, and recently dumped…

Farewell, Our Silver Fox

When Robert Osborne passed away earlier this week, he took with him the collective hearts of the classic film-loving community. None of us here at True Classics ever had the pleasure of meeting Bob, but we were able to catch him in his element twice: once at the opening-night screening of Goldfinger at his self-named Athens film…