new favorite film of all time


this early Kubrick heist flick called The Killing. clever criminals, bent cops, italian jokes, subtext of racial justice, scenes in a chess club, duplicitous harridans with questionable drinking habits... what does this film not possess that I may not take away (wisdom from)?

really, why else leave one's off-code bed-stuy shithole at 5 pm when the weather's beautiful when one can stay in and get elevated with Kubrick noir?