When she's describing the Viennese operetta she's seen to Bogart, you can't help thinking she's talking about a Lubitsch, real or imagined, as the characters sail off into the sunset, singing, on a zeppelin. Also, not sure I'd noticed before Ellen Corby herself smelling the smelling salts (thanks Q).
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| Bogie through flexi-glass or whatever it's called |
Great score from Frederick Hollander.
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