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If you haven't read Charles Mudede's wonderful, crazy essay on Brighton Rock, you really should:

I begin with a strong warning. The present review is only about something that happens at the very end of Brighton Rock—a British noir that was made soon after the end of World War II, stars an unbelievably young (23 years old) Richard Attenborough, and is based on a novel by Graham Greene (he also wrote most of the script). If you do not want to know what happens at the end, then do not read beyond this full stop. Once I have passed that point, and passed a few more words and two commas, I will say this: The end of the brilliant film (brilliant location, writing, directing, acting) concerns a scratched record. On this scratched record is a message from Pinkie (Attenborough), a pure villain, a heartless punk, a murderous gangster, an asexual misogynist—the first words he says in the film are directed at a woman who is singing in a bar: "Won't anybody shut that brass's mouth?"

Read and comment on the whole thing HERE.