I'm alive but I'm cracking no smiles
I've been driving in blackness for miles
Like a ride in a cave
Or inside of a grave,
Full of bodies they're stacking in piles.
Tom Neal narrates the tale of driving, death and doom that is Detour (Edgar G. Ulmer, 1945).
2 comments:
That subterranean quality really is particular to Ulmer, from his first film, The Black Cat, to his last, The Cavern.
You're right David. Ulmer's films have a uniquely odd quality about them. Subterranean, and often claustrophobic. The latter would certainly apply to The Cavern.
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