Hot Dog Noir

I eat a hot dog --it tastes real goo --hood
Then I watch a movie from Hollywoo --hood

As you can see, I went all day without taking any pictures, and then scrambled desperately for an image and something to say about it, just before midnight. For all that, the day went well: fair weather, work done, communications made, and food enjoyed.

For my late snack-meal I made some sloppy hot dogs and threw in a disc of Edward G. Robinson films. In this picture he's in Scarlet Street (1945), but I got tired of it after a little while --I don't know why --and switched to The Stranger (1946), co-starring Orson Welles and Loretta Young. It was very fine, and I was surprised that I hadn't seen such a treasure in all these years. Welles directed it and played a Nazi war criminal in hiding, and the whole thing is full of high tension and shadows. It was high postwar propaganda with a simple, inevitable plot. His obsession with clocks was his undoing!

But I can't remember wthe title of the Frank Zappa song the above lyrics are from. Does anyone remember?