gilda (1946)
“Gilda? Are you decent?”. Are any of them? And so begins a journey into the underworld, a nether-verse where hate is love and peasants are kings. Gilda unfolds like a post-war nightmare, a descent into a world where the promise of years gone by has given way to a new world of relativism and blind power, where the intoxication of authority over the minds of the innocent holds sway and trading in smalltime card rigging for high-end corruption is not only wise, but the only way to escape consequence. There is only one emotion left, in this world we’ve found through the looking-glass, that can drive naked and unadulterated passion; hate.