The front cover of the press book (“Exhibitors Manual”) for 1947’s Out of the Past.
OUT OF THE PAST insta-reblog rule in effect.
Out of the Past. Said it before, I’ll say it again:
OUT OF THE PAST. #greatestmovieofalltime
— Mark Larson (@mlarson) June 12, 2012
Part of what sets it apart is an incredible script.
Ann: Every time I look at the sky, I think of all the places I’ve never been.
Jeff: Yes, and every time you look up, they’re all the same.
A: You’ve been a lot of places, haven’t you?
J: One too many.
A: Which did you like best?
J: This one right here.
A: I bet you say that to all the places.
I fear that my feelings about the rest of Jacques Tourneur’s work mirror my feelings about about Larry McMurtry’s:
I realized I can’t read another Larry McMurtry novel because it won’t be Lonesome Dove. #librarytweets
— Mark Larson (@mlarson) May 25, 2012
To sum up, this is my reflex film. It’s what I turn to when there is no other hope. Though there are many very good reasons to love this film, my enthusiasm is now well beyond the bounds of rationality, and I won’t have it any other way.
“I don’t want to die.”
“Neither do I, baby, but if I have to, I’m gonna die last.”
Out of the Past is a wonderful, wonderful movie. Great shots, some really snappy dialogue, a perfect villain, a dame that can’t do right, a guy who tries to convince himself he can. The best I’ve seen in a while. Roger Ebert’s review