Although I enjoy books like this, I just cannot deal with the author’s asides like in describing Marty as a “Brooklyn butcher”, when anyone who is a cinema noir knows fully well that Marty was based in my hometown of The Bronx. Or dismissing The Women, even though I tend to categorize it as such as a must miss film for it’s dated ideas and frivolity; I feel one SHOULD watch it for the mere fact that only WOMEN were in this film, a rarity that was unique for it’s time. But hey, this is just one females opinion of a book. Look out for mine coming to a store near you!