There was a time when men knew how to take a punch, handle a gun or a dangerous dame, and wear a good hat the right way.
In the last couple weeks I immersed myself in classic hardboiled fare: reading Dashiell Hammett's The Thin Man, Raymond Chandler's Farewell My Lovely; and watching the original The Narrow Margin and Last Man Standing, the Bruce Willis re-make of Hammett's corpse-littered Red Harvest.
Good stuff, all of it. It was fun to hang out for a while in a world where men don't get facials, women don't get tattoos, and cigarettes don't have filters.
While my noir jag may be fading, adventure in far off lands is coming on strong: I watched Gary Cooper in 'Beau Geste' last night, and 'The Lives of a Bengal Lancer' is on the other side of the disc...