<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Mickey Spillane - vo.rs</title><link>https://vo.rs/tags/mickey-spillane/</link><description>Latest from the Mickey Spillane desk at vo.rs.</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><copyright>This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Fri, 29 Dec 2023 10:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://vo.rs/tags/mickey-spillane/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Kiss Me Deadly: The Noir That Opens Pandora's Box</title><link>https://vo.rs/screen/kiss-me-deadly-the-noir-that-opens-pandoras-box/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Some films end a genre by exhausting it and some end it by detonating it. &lt;em&gt;Kiss Me Deadly&lt;/em&gt; is the detonation. Robert Aldrich took the cheapest, nastiest material available to a 1955 director — a Mickey Spillane paperback about a thug of a private eye — and turned it into a delirious, apocalyptic fever dream that critics at the time found repellent and the French, correctly, found visionary. It runs like classic noir for an hour, then reaches into a locked box and pulls out the atomic age, and the genre never fully recovered its innocence. If you want to watch American film noir eat itself and glow in the dark, this is the picture.&lt;/p&gt;</description><pubDate>Fri, 29 Dec 2023 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>