Even if you'd rather steer clear
of Mrs Hollis Mulwray, on advice
of counsel, Evelyn cabriolets
about LA with her own in tow,
with a satchelful of subpoenas.
This is not that gentleman, but
our shirtlifter for a cause, in
an uncharacteristic glower; and
I don't know why, but he seems
not to have mastered her tech-
niques for facial serenity. In
another 400 years, timed to co-
incide with Charley Kane's be-
ing wiped out (at the rate his
newspapers are losing money) he
will probably acquire a telling
wrinkle. We should then be sad.
The law was plainly not for him.
Funny, how that works.
Time of life, that sort
of thing.
Robert Towne, screenplay
Chinatown
Paramount, 1974©
Jeremy Young
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