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Yeah, I know. Not a movie.

I found this little gem on Vumoo and I had to tune in. I wasn’t disappointed when bodies began to stack up like cordwood on a New England back yard in the fall – except we’re in Spain.  We don’t know why, yet.

Erin (Evin Ahmad) and her daughter are witnesses to a grocery-store robbery gone wrong. A man ends up dead. An accomplice to the robbery shows up to declare that she knows Erin. Erin denies it, of course. The accomplice doesn’t take no for an answer, and, consequently, we have another body.

Meanwhile, Erin is looking to get a permanent teaching position at an exclusive school where she has been filling in. She shows up late for the interview because – you guessed it, yet another body falls into the picture. And this is only episode two.

See what I mean? Just who is this Erin Carter, anyway? Why has she been in Barcelona for five years and not learned a single word of the language?

It’s not great. It’s not deep. It’s full of cliches. But if you want to suspend disbelief and have fun…

Available on Netflix, too.

In A Lonely Place?

It Happened One Night?

*** The Killing?

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All righty then. It’s The Killing, where a just-released Stirling Hayden is architect of a plan to clean out a racetrack’s cash. Greedy Vargas-girl Marie Windsor cheats on her husband, milquetoast Elisha Cook, by revealing the plan to her lover, Vince Edwards. Needless to say, it does not go well for all concerned, but then, that’s film noir, isn’t it?

*** Not to be confused with The Killers, starring Burt Lancaster and Ava Gardner.

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Jimmy finds himself living in a massage parlor, where the only masseuse he can afford is a Ma Kettle lookalike. Unable to stand Grace Kelly for more than a minute, the impenetrably dense (nothing new there) misogynist attempts to chase her off for seemingly more interesting people across the back lot’s courtyard.

This is the only movie in which Jimmy has conquered stuttering, fumbling and fussing, much to the dismay of his fans and co-star, I’m sure. Oh, and the ever-faithful Oleg wasn’t around to dress her. That was left to Edith Head.