My Darling B snorted at me when I ventured the opinion that Where The Sidewalk Ends was a pretty good movie. She thought it was “too corny.”
“It wasn’t any cornier than Casablanca,” I replied.
“Hey hey hey, don’t be dissing on Casablanca,” she warned me, wagging a finger.
“I’m not dissing,” I said, “but c’mon. You don’t think Sydney Greenstreet was every bit as corny in Casablanca as Dana Andrews was in Sidewalk?” But she wouldn’t bite. I’d already gone where I shouldn’t have.
This Is Drivel 