I wrote a paragraph or so about that crazy Samuel Fuller movie The Naked Kiss, but I left it at home. I need to say something about that movie, but I'll have to do it later. For now -- all I can think of is shadow and light, Fassbinder and Sirk. Very much in the mood of all that. High, heavy, rub-your-nose-in-it melodrama, and the dialogue is pretty awful at times, but there's no denying the visual impact, the visual mastery. Fuller could have directed silents; that's how good I think he was. Maybe he was born too late and wound up lasting forever. Anyway, later, later.