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Youth of the Beast (1963)
Can a noir be vibrant? The color-play and set pieces (that movie theater mob HQ!) are such stunning eye candy that one is hopefully excused for losing track of the plot. Don’t expect anything less from a movie that begins with stylish ‘60s girls dancing to a jukebox (that’s, for some reason, in the middle of the street) while someone gets stomped on as the smallest car in Japan drives by. *
The movie also left me wondering how I can get ahold of one of these telephones:
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https://memora8ilia.com/index.php/2022/04/09/youth-of-the-beast-1963/