Watched some weird ones last night. Began with "The Line-Up" (1929), with William Black, Joseph Garry, Jack Irvin, Viola Richard, and Charles Slattery. This one makes "Plan 9 From Outer Space" look like "Gone with the Wind"! This one is about 30-35 minutes long, and it's a crime drama. There are a couple of silent scenes and two or three intertitles, but the rest is - well, I'll call it sound. If you've seen "Singin' in the Rain", you're familiar with the actors being told to "speak to the microphones!" This film's why. Sometimes they miss by a mile, and it's like listening to space between Mars and Jupiter coming out of the mouths of anything but babes. Frankly, this film should be shown to all those in college courses wishing to learn about the history of movies. It's so bad it's good. Viola Richard is such an embarrassment as an actress my face is still red this morning from blushing last night. I wish I could say it was because I'm shy and she was that good looking, but I think I heard insects running away in our room last night when she was on the screen. I can't even find a single prokaryotic bacterium under the microscope this morning. I also admit to some strange dreams last night... Wait till you see the actual line-up in the movie! The "hunters" and "the hunted" is how it's labeled on screen. The cops even wear masks...no, I'm not making this up. I did enjoy Jack Irvin's character, "Bum Chiggers": yes, he'll make you scratch for a month after watching him. And that accent... I honestly think they really dug him up to play the part. He WAS alive; about the only one...