![]() ![]() Into his deadly orbit falls the lithe naïf Rose, a waitress dappy for love, determinedly upholding her Catholic dues carrying an unbidden knowledge that could sink Pinkie. There’s an unreachable itch in is Pinkie, but he has charisma, albeit a stern, violent kind of magnetic force. Richard Attenborough, then so fresh faced, gives him real edges, driven by an uncomfortable urgency he can never settle. Getting Pinkie right was essential, he stands as possibly Greene’s most memorable character, a lowlife gang leader barely beyond his teens, shirking his good Catholic upbringing, his soul lost to small ambitions and petty crime. The trick seems to be to grasp first and foremost the complex natures of his characters, then let the plot spill about them. ![]() Alongside The Third Man and The Fallen Idol, this strident, shadowy seaside noir is further mark of excellence in his adapted canon. While so many authors suffer the translation to the big screen, their words too sprawling to whittle down to some sensible filmic order, Graham Greene’s wiry, evocative fiction makes the journey more or less intact. ![]()
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