Guest Blog: Serena Bramble -Through a Camera Lense, Noirly: Reflections on Gloria Grahame

Gloria Grahame’s acting was like sex: even when it was really bad, it was still pretty fucking great. Maybe it was her pouty, cotton-stuffed lips. Or her eyes, which alternately purred, “Yeah, I know what you want,” then in a blink contradicted themselves with pleas of a better life. Eddie Muller said last year inContinue reading “Guest Blog: Serena Bramble -Through a Camera Lense, Noirly: Reflections on Gloria Grahame”