One Paragraph Movie Review: Gilda

One hundred and seventy-ninth film: Gilda, or That Film They Show In Prison In The Shawshank Redemption Where Rita Hayworth Flips Her Hair. Even though the plot of Gilda includes an illegal Argentinian casino, a secret tungsten mine monopoly, some pissed-off Germans and a maniac with a murder cane, this is a movie about sexual tension. Mrs Casino Owner Gilda and Casino Manager Johnny spend the better part of two hours seething liquid desire and hating each other’s guts, which makes it pretty bloody watchable. I would, as usual for a movie made in the 1950s, cheat at roulette for the opportunity to wear every single frock in it, if I drank every time a character dropped some sexual innuendo I’d be in hospital, and the melodrama is cheesier than a French refrigerator, so I am pleased with this movie. Three and a half distant horizon plane crashes out of five.