No words required.
I have been so lazy with the film watching as of late, except; I haven’t been so lazy! I’ve been busy watching the classic TV show Hill Street Blues, and this is my verdict:
And then I bailed. Why tarnish a good memory with mediocrity?
Watch seasons one through three. Be a good person. And remember: Let’s be careful out there!
I will leave you with an excerpt.
Something wonderful has happened in the realm of cinema since Hitch’s last outing. Or in the realm of digital transfer. Or both. In any case, this film looks about a million times better than the earlier ones.
Things have taken a turn content-wise as well. This feels much more like the later Hitchcock we all know and love. I’m almost allowing myself to hope we’re done with musicals and theater-adaptations.
And then I got sick. So now I’m on the couch with this new old laptop with some Linux on it, meaning I had to get tearing free video to work.
But I’m happy to report that getting tearing free video is much easier now than it was the last time I tried when it was impossible. Anyway, I have this bootleg in high quality version (in a sense) that I don’t know where I got. Luckily, it’s on the Youtube. It really is quite peak prog, even if it’s kinda fake—the audio is apparently sourced from a number of different recordings, from more than one night. No bother though—Armageddon in Nine Eighths still melts my brain.