Picking up after the storm, getting through the current one. Single location noir that lets it's stars shine. Impeccable blocking and lighting , spins drama out of the simplest of things. Movie magic , doing the easy stuff with master strokes. The Ultimate Warning to Stay out of Florida

*Switching in and out of old timey voicey*
Humphrey Bogart is Frank McCloud, a no-nonsense retired Army Major from the second world war! He's traveled to Key Lahr-Go at the most in-opprotune time to pay a visit to the wife and father of a soldier under his command that died during a tour of Italy

*Lauren Bacall voice*
" Now Mista McCloud, I've been thinking every night about the man my husband used to write me about every night before he was killed by the eye-talians. How his Army Major was tall and dark and mysterious, with a sexy voice and commanding presence. And how do you do when little ol you shows up on this here doorstep , and my own husband has been dead for years and everyone around here is a different race or my brain poisoned father . I could really use someone to take care of me at night , you know Mista McCloud?"

(Frank McCloud, standing next to her father)

Listen here toots, I'm sweeter on you than marmalade on breakfast toast. I'll make ham with your hocks that would make even ol Harry Truman blush. I'll tie you up dirty so bad and make this hot and humid Florida weather feel like we're in Chicago in February. I made up all those letters on account of your husband died on the boat ride over to Europe and my old lady told me to hit the road. Whattya say darling ?

(Old Man Dad voice, also Foghorn Leghorn, inexplicably)
"I say I say Misteah McCloud boy I say do you want to come here and make sweet love to my de-er dawter? Herh lame husband died like uh like uh yellow bellied Coward I say in this there Wahr in Europe. The only thing I declare to hate even more than a coward is a Crook , damned them to hell if a criminal come round these parts except fa if you break out of jail. (Just talking normal) My internal logic must have made sense 70 years ago , and almost does in the future year of 2025, but I'm come across as a foolhardy and brash idiot who cannot contain myself or hold internal monologue. I suppose that's partly why I'm saying this out loud now "

Id be remiss to add that Edward G Robinson is doing what LeBron James did in Miami Florida , GOAT moves throughout. Simply an effervescent performance. Steals the screen in a way that you just can't do anymore