“I discovered what went with orchids was a game of hide and seek with fate played in off-beat night-clubs, out of the way bars, remote restaurants. A game I never had a chance of winning.”
Cute song, right? But listen…lets get serious about kissing, shall we? See, you have never been kissed until you’ve been kissed by a Spiderwoman … a black widow … a lethal lady. Its intensity is like no other. 0r if Cary Grant took you in his arms, or Ricardo Cortez roughly shook you up, down to your toes as Steve Cochran would. A kiss could be sweetly elegant like Ronald Colman or hot and steamy like being kissed by Jean Peters. You would be like a moth to the flame, going willingly. Happily. Fatally.
One of my favorite films of 1947 is “OUT OF THE PAST” which I write a little about it here if you scroll down. Mitchum takes his girlfriend for a ride and tells his tale in flashback. By the time he pulls up to his destination at Kirk Douglas’ Tahoe retreat, we (the audience) are caught up to speed and the rest of the story takes place in real noir time.