I’m in the middle of reading John Huston: Courage and Art. It’s a great read, partially because it has made me envious of every actor/director/producer/average person who hung around Hollywood types during the classic era because everyone was screwing each other. And I mean, everyone. There are chapters dedicated to John Huston’s affairs. It’s wild and completely entertaining. It almost (almost) makes me wish I lived in 1940s.
Other than this, Courage and Art has made me realize that although I have seen many John Huston movies, I don’t remember them that well. I’m 99.9% convinced that I fell asleep through most of them. (How blasphemous!) So that’s what I did tonight – revisited The Asphalt Jungle.