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I've seen just about everything there is to see in the world of Cinema. I've seen Rouben Mamoulian, 68years ago, create the definitive monster movie, I've seen Pekinpah's Wild Bunch go out in slo mo glory, I've seen Chow Yun Fat bleed his way through two hours, I've seen Cagney go out in a white heat at the top of the world, I've seen Belafonte lay Odds Against Tomorrow.

I had honestly thought I had run out of surprises, I had seen everything worth seeing. I was wrong. It's said Cagney disliked the idea of doing another gangster picture. Thank goodness he decided to do it anyway, because this movie It's hard to call a movie from 50years ago brutal, and justify it. However that's just what this movie is, deep in the bone, teeth rattling, brutal. In a world of Scorcese and Coppola Gangster riffs, Hong Kong Cinema, Slasher movies, and the nightly news it's hard to account for this movies impact.

There's nothing tangible in this movie, in a world of shock cinema, that one could call shocking. But yet This movies appeal is difficult to explain, but I guess if you had to sum it up in three words, it would be Cagney Today's movies for all their CGI brilliance lack the type of center, and ,if you like, romanticism that actors like Cagney and Bogart and Raft, and directors like Raoul Walsh, and in this case Gordon Douglass, brought to the table. Particularly in the hard-boiled flicks, a menace that was somehow felt, rather than seen, and therefore more powerful.

I could go on, but all you need to know is that this movie in a world that has forgotten it, outgrown it, outbled it, is the finest of its breed. Better than those that came before, superior to those that came after. It is the quintessential Gangster Pic. Highest Recommendation! And I have to mention, I thought the courtroom scenes were well done and necessary, and everyone turned in great performances, especially the beautiful Holiday Carleton as Barbara Payton, who becomes Cagney's reluctant partner in crime.

Cagney turning in his most ferocious and seductive performance, is matched by Holiday. Her tension, and wild lilting ferocity and fear, burning through the movie like a fuse, until it explodes!

A must see movie! Details Edit. Release date August 19, United States. Clothing his crimes in a coat of respectability. Joseph Raynor Well, there they are, ladies and gentlemen. And only seven. There should be eight and believe me, I'm sorry that there are not. But unfortunately the eighth the man who motivated this whole vicious and sinister crew the most evil man of all is not present.

And yet he is here in spirit as you will find when the state rests its case. The first witness for the state will be Peter Cobbett. Peter Cobbett, take the stand. Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?

Take the stand. Your name is Peter Cobbett? Yes, sir. You were formerly a guard at the state penal farm? Would you be willing to make a statement before this court? Well, sir, I guess this all began one morning about four months ago.

Real early in the morning. All right, kiddies, all right, let's go. Why, this is going to be a beautiful morning. And the little old sun is going to be shining down on your heads all day long. And the birdies are going to be chirping to you from the trees. Ain't that cute? And all you boys are going out and play in the dirt just like when you was kids again. Come on. Rise and shine! Well, you know, it ain't everybody can be lucky enough to be out playing in that sun on a beautiful day like this.

Yeah, that's the way. Everybody's going to be crazy to get out in that beautiful sun and take a handful of them little old seeds and plant them in that little old earth. Oh, we'll make farmers out of you if it kills you. I saw in the paper the other day where some fella said there's too many stick-up men and not enough farmers. We'll take care of that for you.

Now just put on your little shoesies and wash your little Get outta here! Come on, you guys, get up! Start moving. Shake it up, you. It's only about 7: The bus is going to be by here pretty soon. All right. Anything to keep you quiet. Hey, what's the matter with you, you hungry? McCoy, from Tennessee, served in the first world war. After the war he relocated to Texas where he spent the years between and as a sports editor for the Dallas Journal.

It was while he was in Texas that he got bitten by the acting bug which led him to acting in local theater that eventually saw him move to California in an attempt, at first to become a movie star. This experience was put to good use in his novels and short stories which often depicted central characters that were either involved, usually with little success, in the budding film industry.

Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye, is among his best efforts and was turned in to a film starring James Cagney as the protagonist, Ralph Cotter.

Nevertheless, the film had a great influence on the French filmmakers who loved pulp fiction and gave the genre the name, film noir, and can be seen, for example, in Jean-Luc Godard's film Made in U. A, in which one character is reading this novel in its French translation, Adieu la vie, adieu l'amour.

It does prove one thing, though it proves that I came into crime through choice not through environment. I need no apologist or crusader to finally hold my lifeless body up to the world and shout for them to come observe what they have wrought. The book opens with Ralph, along with a fellow inmate, Toko, breaking out of prison on a chain gang.

They are aided by Holiday, the buxom gun moll cum femme fatale of the piece. Once successful, Ralph immediately starts pulling robberies in the unnamed town where he is hiding out. On his first job, he ends up being double crossed and when confronted by the police who at first seem about to shoot him, Holiday and Jinx, who had aided in the escape, but take their money instead and tell them to take the first bus to Phoenix.

Ralph comes up with a scheme to turn the tables on the crooked cops by recording them on a phonograph talking about a bigger heist and presumably aiding the gang in the crime. He uses this to blackmail the high ranking Inspector Webber and along the way meets and employs the lawyer, Mandon to help him setup his blackmail scheme.

As he carries on a tumultuous relationship with Holiday, and plans bigger and bigger capers, Ralph having taken on the alias of Paul Murphy is soon revealed as not only wanting to gain riches but to climb socially as well. While trying to locate a con artists that can help him pull off his blackmail scheme he meets Margret, who he sees as a step up the social ladder.

As Ralph, showing disdain for his loosely formed criminal gang, now with the aid of the crooked police and the shyster Mandon, plans to hold up, and kill, the bag men for a local mafia don, he details a complex and involved strategy.

When the crime goes off without a hitch, he is at his most egotistic in the false belief that his superior intellect and planning were the reason for their success. He lords it over Holiday, Jinx and even Mandon, and instead of sowing respect earns more and more resentment from his compatriots. But Margret and her wealthy industrial giant of a father has a new found respect for Ralph because he turned down the bribe. He offers Ralph a million dollars to marry Margret, who is infatuated with Ralph.

Ralph has no desire to be married, but a million dollars and the respectability the offer could bring him tempts him. McCoy drew the story in a very Hammett like way. The unnamed town, the prevalence of crooked small town politicians and superficial upper crust characters are all devices that Hammett used to great effect in his Continental Op stories. Instead of the lone good guy against the array of bad guys — crooked cops and crookeder crooks — and the damsel in distress femme fatale, McCoy introduces the tough gal in Holiday and nary a character is admirable.

Everybody has their own motivations and most of those are deplorable and the characters are thus, beyond redemption. Further, though Ralph on occasion displays competence, his ego wants to see his successes as brilliance on his part when what it is is mostly luck. This was a prison barracks where seventy-two unwashed men slept chained to their bunks, and when the individual odors of seventy-two unwashed men finally gather into one pillar of stink you have got a pillar of stink the like of which you cannot conceive; majestic, nonpareil, transcendental, K.

They were rebels too, rebels introverted; I was a rebel extroverted. This also portrays Ralphs rising mania to not only out wit the system but to rise above the typical slow witted crooks he is forced to employ in his schemes. Altogether, not only a tour de force of hardboiled noir fiction, but a literary triumph of genre fiction from one of the grandfathers of the style and a wonderful edition now available in a nicely formatted eBook with an extended biography of the author.

The Dirty Lowdown Nov 29, Tentatively, Convenience rated it really liked it Shelves: mysteries. McCoy, like Ross MacDonald, is another crime fiction writer that I was tipped off to by a comment from a Goodreads reader. Thank you. Maybe there cd even be explicit sex.

That might do the bk justice. You are all at once wide awake, so wide awake that it seems you have slipped all the opiatic degrees of waking, that you have had none of the sense-impressions as your soul again returns to your body from wherever it has been; you open your eyes and you are completely awake, as if you had not been asleep at all.

That is how it was with me. This was the morning it was going to happen, and I lay there trembling with accumulated excitement and wishing it would happen now and be done with, this instant, consuming nervous energy that I should have been saving for the climax, knowing full well that it could not possibly happen for another hour, maybe another hour and a half, till around five-thirty.

It was now only a little after four. The movie was only made 2 yrs later. The differences between the 2 show the limits of what's acceptable to the powers-that-be in relation to the respective mediums. As Andrew Spicer points out in his bk Film Noir : "Because films were exhibited to such a broad public, including the 'unsophisticated and the impressionable', they were not allowed the same freedom of expression as literature, theatre or the press.

In addition to proscribing any sympathy for the criminal, the Code also refused to allow the detailed and explicit depiction of criminal methods. In sum, the Code was an attempt to make films promote home and family values and uphold American legal, political and religious instituitions and acted as 'a determining force on the construction of narrative and the delineation of character in every studio-produced film after Nonetheless, I think what I quoted above is relevant in relation to the film adaptation.

McCoy's narrator is in prison, waiting for his prison break. In the meantime, he's sexually harassed: "Budlong, a skinny sickly sodomist, turned on his side facing me and said in a ruttish voice: 'I had another dream about you last night, sugar.

I adore you,' I said, feeling a fine fast exhiliration that today was the day that I was going to kill him, that I was finally going to kill him" - p 5 That's not in the movie. It cd be these days. In the bk, it's a machine gun. That's much more the weapon of a killer. In the movie Holiday is more of an innocent trying to free a brother that she thinks is innocent. In the bk: "'That was pretty good,' I said. Her legs were slim and white. I could see the skin in the minutest detail, the pigments and pores and numberless valley-cracks that criss-crossed above her knees, forming patterns that were as lovely and intricate as snow crsytals.

And there was something else I saw too out of the corner of my left eye, and I tried not to look, not because I didn't want to, not because of modesty, but only because when you had waited as long as I had to see one of these you want it to reveal itself at full length, sostenuto.

On the narrator's 1st trip to Holiday's apartment: "Holiday opened the door and I went inside. Before I had time to say anything, to look around, to even put down the newspaper I was carrying, she grabbed me around the neck, kicking the door shut with her foot, putting her face up to mine, baring her teeth.

I kissed her, but not as hard as she kissed me, and then I saw that she was wearing only a light flannel wrapper, unbottoned all the way down.

Of him? That bum? That popcorn thief? I closed my eyes to protect them and slipped my head, jerking my knee up, slamming her in the crotch. I never saw you until two weeks ago and after tonight I'll probably never see you again. You're nuts. Then with both hands she ripped off the shirt, pitching it, underhanded, into my face. I caught a fast faint flavor of woman-smell, and when I got the shirt from in front of my eyes she was unzippering her skirt, which she let fall to the floor.

She wore no brassiere. She yanked the top button of her shorts and kicked them clear over the bed. Then she moved a couple of steps in front of me, standing spreadlegged, her hands on her hips.

And it seems to me that the very least a man's woman can do when he comes home all tired out is to have some hot coffee for him. While he's still on the prison farm, he's thinking about money: "this is what came of not having any money. Jesus, that was the answer — money. You got just what you paid for — be it a handkerchief or a prison-farm guard. That was the answer to Nelson's success, and the success of all the other bums — money. Jesus, would I ever have any money?

This takes long enuf to attract the guard's attn: "'I thought maybe you had fell in,' Byers said. You're reviving a lost art. Well, he's taking money. From there it's only one small step to planning to frame the cops: "'How do you expect to get 'em back here to make the recording? You've got to have 'em here to make the recording. How're you going to manage that? She frowned dumbly. Is this eternally to be my fate, I wondered, to always be over their heads, to always have to use diagrams to explain myself?

It comes in on a wave-length to which only his ears are attuned. What is your immediate destiny, you loud little unweaned people? A two-dollar raise? A hamburger and a hump? In the meantime, the characters are going for cake instead: "Using cops to actually help me in a hold-up had heretofore been only a thought, never specifically considered any more than the guy playing left field for Dallas specifically considers his participation in a World's Series; it had been only a vague ambition, a dream that had flashed through my mind and registered and passed on.

Bot now I sensed that it might be attained without long years of bush-league apprenticeship. The Inspector's face was still hard and set, but his eyes widened, barely perceptibly, and he looked at Reece momentarily, telepathically, and then back at me.

Only one member - oddly enough, John Clewell, the man whose name triggered the entire investigation - escaped indictment. The FBI found he was never a part of the criminal enterprise. The victims were overwhelmingly African-American. I think that it's probably safe to claim that these were class-based crimes, aimed at the people who were most legally defenseless. Nonetheless, I think it wd've been sensible for the cops to have followed the narrator a little more closely. You just never know what this character's going to get up to: "There were light standards along both sides of the street, but there were no lights burning, and in the lumpy glow of a moon becoming gibbous all the little houses in the block, chequered with windows that were squares and rectangles of yellowish incandescence, stood with amiable correctness, built to toy-town scale, and with scaled-up toy automobiles parked along the street.

The house we were looking for was in the middle of the block, one-story, a cottage. We had no trouble finding it; we couldn't have missed it. The two front rooms on either side of the door were lighted, but with the windows shaded, and on the nice lawn near the pavement was a wooden sign, flooded with bright light from a goose-neck fixture. I wasn't kidding myself. I knew why. The narrator recruits a lawyer in his schemes: "Mandon knew a lot of the cops and they knew him, but of the eight or nine he spoke to, not one of them called him by either of his names, Keith or Mandon, and only one called him Cherokee.

The others called him 'Shice'. I was curious about that. What is that? I have, a Jewish Mafia lawyer to be exact as opposed to the Italian Mafia - not that there's much difference. That cd drive a sensitive person into a murderous frenzy: "They just sat there, talking and chewing and drinking; everybody in the place was talking and chewing and drinking, and in my mind I saw in every mouth what I had seen in the turnkey's mouth a loathsome bolus: these swine, these offals, and I could not eat the sandwich.

I half-turned my face to the wall to shut out some of the scene, thinking how nice it would be to wire the walls and the floor of this place with t. It didn't enter my life until at least the s if not the s.

But here we are in "Reece moved to the door to let me out, standing there, chewing on the splintered toothpick. Mar 30, Carla Remy rated it really liked it. An intense book. My opinion kept shifting. But it was lively and entertaining, and I liked it overall. Plenty of sex and violence, though the sex, at least, isn't graphic. It seems that McCoy, in those decades, was a big name in noir. Mar 29, Tim Schneider rated it liked it. The comparison to Cain makes some sense, particularly for They Shoot Horses.

Hammett not so much Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye is pretty clearly McCoy's second best known book and it occupies an interesting niche between the end of the Black Mask hardboiled era and the beginning of the p McCoy, when he's remembered at all, is usually remembered for They Shoot Horses Don't They? Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye is pretty clearly McCoy's second best known book and it occupies an interesting niche between the end of the Black Mask hardboiled era and the beginning of the paperback original era.

The protagonist, Ralph Cotter is completely amoral and I'm not convinced he's a completely reliable narrator.