No, that is White Heat, where he also plays a psycho, but a more flamboyant one with a Freudian complex. That was in the 50s, so about 20 years later. The Public Enemy is 1931, and has visual credits at the front of all the actors, and then a placard about how we shouldn't take the portrayal of gangsters as an endorsement thereof. In the short documentary on the DVD, I found out that Cagney was originally cast in the smaller role of Matt Doyle, and the casting was switched up because he clobbered a supporting role in abnother picture shortly before starting this one. They just realized he was too big a presence to play a secondary character, and that's how he stayed for a long time.

Angels With Dirty Faces is still my favorite Cagney, though. The whole movie is buoyant and combative, so he fits into it so comfortably.

Actually, have not honestly seen it, but David Chase has, and Barry Levinson has so I feel that I have, too.(as Levinson goes, so goes my nation) God, I'm a Gen X stereotype, aren't I? I am deeply shamed.

The Public Enemy is the one where he smushes a grapefruit in Jean Harlow's face.

Not Jean Harlow. He doesn't meet her till after that scene. The woman he smooshes with the grapefruit has a hair color found in nature.

The Public Enemy is the one where he smushes a grapefruit in Jean Harlow's face.

Mae Clark.

I have, of course, seen that clip. And heard that she got hurt doing that.

Angels With Dirty Faces is still my favorite Cagney, though.

I'll have to see that one. And now I'll have to check out Public Enemy, too. Love Cagney.

I have, of course, seen that clip. And heard that she got hurt doing that.

Yeah. A number of the great takes caught on film have a story behind them. Karen Allen didn't know beforehand she'd have a snake dropped around her neck in the first Indiana Jones, for instance.

Just watched The Fog (the original) in widescreen on the big shiny TV. So much I'd never seen before, since I didn't see it in the theater!

But the two things I noticed this time were both things I should've caught sometime in the last 20 years of watching this movie:

- The missing fishing trawler "headed south from Whateley, around Arkham Reef"

- Hal Holbrook, as Father Malone, has an Irish surname, is addressed as "Father," wears a black cassock with a white tab at the collar, and in all ways appears to be a Catholic priest. The journal he finds in the church is the "Journal of Father Patrick Malone," his grandfather.

His. grand. fa. ther.

You know, maybe they did Catholicism differently in California in the 70s, but there's a reason you never hear of parishes being handed down father to son.

Well, I guess Ms. Clark thought JC was gonna "rub a grapefruit in her face" and fake it, right? But he didn't. He rubbed a grapefruit in her face. A bunch of times. Her nose bled terribly.