Seaman Matt Peasley drifts into San Francisco with his pal Murphy and rescues Florrie Ricks, daughter of shipowner Cappy Ricks, from a pickpocket. Peasley and his friend are signed on one of Cappy's ships.
The first thing you notice, once the nitrate shimmer settles, is how the film smells of creosote and kelp even through the digital transfer: a low-angle shot of a three-masted barkentine looming like a bruised cathedral over San Francisco’s wharves, its spars knitting the sky into stained glass of salt and fog. Direc...
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Comparing the cinematic DNA and archive impact of two defining moments in cult history.
Tom Forman
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" The first thing you notice, once the nitrate shimmer settles, is how the film smells of creosote and kelp even through the digital transfer: a low-angle shot of a three-masted barkentine looming like a bruised cathedral over San Francisco’s wharves, its spars knitting the sky into stained glass of salt and fog. Director Tom Forman doesn’t merely open a narrative; he prises open a time capsule of vanished American swagger, circa 1921, when men still called the Pacific "the pond" and a woman’s h..."
Edward E. Rose, Albert S. Le Vino, Peter B. Kyne, Waldemar Young
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