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Portraits of Lizabeth Scott.
It's all about that sixty-thousand-some dollars - not hers - that she's determined to hold onto. Money that's been - literally - tossed into her back seat, and which her husband wants to turn in to the police. So, after lovely - unfulfilled and greedy - Jane Palmer (Lizabeth Scott) shoots her husband-with-scruples, Alan (Arthur Kennedy), and then poisons deliciously slimy Danny Fuller (deliciously slimy Dan Duryea), who's very determined to claim the money himself, she escapes to Mexico City. Installed in the penthouse of the swank Reforma Hotel, resplendent in furs and diamonds, with a suitcase brimming full of cash, she's finally happy; who wouldn't be? But it too quickly goes sour, as all that murdering and theft catches up with her. With Don DeFore. And trying to hold off the inevitable with a gun, backing away from justice in her heavy - and gorgeous - lace gown, she trips over that suitcase of cash and jackknifes over the balcony railing, falling to her death. Oh, sorry... SPOILER ALERT! "Wait, he's lying; the money's mine!... no, I tell you he's lying!" Diamonds and lace, a gun and a fistful of cash; the gigs up, Jane! The balcony awaits.... I suppose she had it coming; something about the "wages of sin", yada yada. Honestly, though, I feel sort of bad for her. She had it all - she worked for it - and didn't get to enjoy it. ; ) Noir Queen.
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Lizabeth Scott in Pitfall, 1948
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Lauren Bacall isn’t the only forties femme fatale still living … Lizabeth Scott, the husky-voiced star of such classic films noirs as Dead Reckoning (above, with Humphrey Bogart), cele…
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Lauren Bacall isn’t the only forties femme fatale still living … Lizabeth Scott, the husky-voiced star of such classic films noirs as Dead Reckoning (above, with Humphrey Bogart), cele…
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Lizabeth Scott is simply one of the most unusual and glamorous stars of Hollywood. Her timing was impeccable because her smoky sensuality and husky voice came at the exact moment film noir was esta…
Lizabeth Scott, “The Threat”
It's all about that sixty-thousand-some dollars - not hers - that she's determined to hold onto. Money that's been - literally - tossed into her back seat, and which her husband wants to turn in to the police. So, after lovely - unfulfilled and greedy - Jane Palmer (Lizabeth Scott) shoots her husband-with-scruples, Alan (Arthur Kennedy), and then poisons deliciously slimy Danny Fuller (deliciously slimy Dan Duryea), who's very determined to claim the money himself, she escapes to Mexico City. Installed in the penthouse of the swank Reforma Hotel, resplendent in furs and diamonds, with a suitcase brimming full of cash, she's finally happy; who wouldn't be? But it too quickly goes sour, as all that murdering and theft catches up with her. With Don DeFore. And trying to hold off the inevitable with a gun, backing away from justice in her heavy - and gorgeous - lace gown, she trips over that suitcase of cash and jackknifes over the balcony railing, falling to her death. Oh, sorry... SPOILER ALERT! "Wait, he's lying; the money's mine!... no, I tell you he's lying!" Diamonds and lace, a gun and a fistful of cash; the gigs up, Jane! The balcony awaits.... I suppose she had it coming; something about the "wages of sin", yada yada. Honestly, though, I feel sort of bad for her. She had it all - she worked for it - and didn't get to enjoy it. ; ) Noir Queen.
