One year and 198 stories ago, I reviewed 1953’s “City That Never Sleeps,” a cinematic world of crooked cops, gangster magicians, the handyman from “Newhart” and a character named, I kid you not, Little Stubby.
It was the single silliest, most ridiculous and just plain most daffy Chicago-based movie I had ever seen.
Until Sunday. » Read the rest of this entry «
