That Touch of Mink

That Touch of Mink. Delbert Mann. 1962. ☐ ⚀ ⚁ ⚂ ⚃ ⚄ ⚅

[five minutes pass]

Well, this is an odd DVD transfer. It starts out letterboxed (on the 4:3) and then after the titles are over, it switches to non-letterboxed 4:3 (presumbaly pan-and-scan).

So this is pretty horrible, but… it’s what I’ve got!

This is one of Cary Grant’s last movies, but he’s just the same as ever.

Yup. It’s pan-n-scan. When people are talking to each other, half of the time they’re just talking to the air because the other person is outside the frame.

[fifty minutes pass]

I’m enjoying this… it’s very fleet-footed. It aims for amiable mirth, and succeeds. It’s not laugh-out-loud funny, but that’s not what it’s going for, so that’s OK.

The problem with the movie is… it’s fucking creepy. It’s fucking creepy. It’s all about this ingenue (Day) who’s being er “courted” by this point one percenter (Grant), so half the scenes is Day having panic attacks while trying to get out of actually having sex with Grant. That’s a downer, and makes a bunch of scenes where they’re going for “awww” end up with the audience (i.e., me) going “ewww!”

So I think we’re going for yet another ⚃ here… the most boring of all dice: “It’s OK”. When things are horrible, it’s more fun, really, and, of course, when movies are wonderful, that’s the best. ⚃ is the worst.

Sort of.