Gilda

A romance story shot in the film noir style, it deals with Johnny Farrell, played by Glenn Ford, who for some reason goes to live in Argentina and starts gambling like crazy. In the process he gets a job working for a casino for a Ballin Mundson, who of course is something of a Nazi since he speaks german and has a scar. Working there, he finds out Mr. Mundson is married to an ex-girlfriend of his, the only woman he loved, Gilda. How he got there and why he didn’t find this coincidence rather weird is beyond me, but there goes the struggle between the love he feels for what he thinks is a big whore, and his boss. Of course, this is a 1940’s movie and a lot of this stupidity can be accepted as part of the filmmaking of the time, but I’m afraid I can’t really buy into it. The happy ending itself is also ridiculous. “She wasn’t bad, she was just playing”. Give me a break, either you’re a whore or you’re not. See, this is why I don’t like soap operas. One thing the movie does have in it’s favor, however, is Gilda herself, played by famous pin-up and latin babe Rita Hayworth. Her hair, her curves, damn what a beautiful woman! Orson Welles must have been nuts to cheat on that piece of ass. Still, it’s a classic, and nothing that I say will bring it down from it’s position. It’s just not my cup of tea.