Tuesday, July 03, 2007

The Tinhorn Blues Ramond Chandler the chisler? So here we have our new suspect's story showing up on the silver screen, with himself the war heroic wronged husband and father as played by undersized Alan Ladd in The Blue Dahlia (1946). Was he amused? Did he even make the connection? That's not the half of it, there's a new girl in town, and everybody's started calling her, the Black Dahlia...Fast forward to that night down in Long Beach when they finally saw the thing together. Kismet. They strolled  the Pike as he told her the awful truth that it was indeed he that was up there on the screen. She didn't believe him, and said so. Besides, she never cared to date married men. The conversation dried up. The had their picture taken together in one of those photobooths at the arcade. He liked them and bought extras. She didn't. She had a headache. He drove her home. She let him kiss her goodnight. The film was nominated for one Academy Award that year for Best Original Screenplay. Now we know what only Chandler, Beth Short, her killer and a few army doctors knew. Why, the screenplay wasn't original to them at all. It lost. Chandler never misses a beat. Meanwhile a perfect conjunction of rage, insanity and murder is swirling around the happy couple. Evil takes it's time and space, ripping ones in two. He's already there. A shattered personality, the individual shards of which are acting independently of each other now. He called one of the bigger ones Maurice. And then there's Buzz. 9:12:01 AM    comment