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The first thing that strikes you is the grease-shot shimmer of the opening title card—white serif letters quivering like fresh bicycle spokes against a velvet-black background—promising, in the quaint parlance of 1920, "A Whirlwind of Watts and Wooing." One frame later, the camera plunges into a seaside boardwalk whe...
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Comparing the cinematic DNA and archive impact of two defining moments in cult history.
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" The first thing that strikes you is the grease-shot shimmer of the opening title card—white serif letters quivering like fresh bicycle spokes against a velvet-black background—promising, in the quaint parlance of 1920, "A Whirlwind of Watts and Wooing." One frame later, the camera plunges into a seaside boardwalk where Marie Mosquini glides past on a drop-frame cruiser, her cloche hat pinned with what looks suspiciously like a naval semaphore flag. She is, we quickly intuit, a woman who calcul..."
