Tuesday, September 9, 2025

🎥 BUZZ DRAINPIPE’S DOUBLE DOSE OF BLUE EYES


One Night Only – Two Faces of Sinatra


FIRST REEL: THE MANCHURIAN CANDIDATE (1962)

Frank Sinatra as Major Bennett Marco, a war vet who can’t stop sweating through his dress shirt.
John Frankenheimer aims his camera like a surveillance lens—every shot is a dossier, every close-up a wiretap. Angela Lansbury runs the show like a demon secretary of state, while Laurence Harvey is the mannequin assassin who twitches on cue.

Buzz Drainpipe Annotated Margin Note:
This film is less about Communism and more about television eating your brain like a rerun that never ends. The dream sequence is still scarier than any slasher flick because you know it’s already happening in your living room.

Poster Tagline (Buzz Remix):
“Once they turn you on, you’ll never turn yourself off.”


SECOND REEL: THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN ARM (1955)

Sinatra as Frankie Machine—the drummer who can’t keep the sticks out of his hands or the spike out of his arm. Otto Preminger pulls the curtain on America’s junkie closet before the censors can board it up again.
Elmer Bernstein’s brass soundtrack is less a score than a panic attack in 4/4 time.

Buzz Drainpipe Annotated Margin Note:
Forget the jazz-bo mythology. This isn’t cool-cat addiction—it’s the raw underside of the jukebox, where every note sounds like loose change and every withdrawal feels like tearing wallpaper off your own skin.

Poster Tagline (Buzz Remix):
“His veins were the real drumsticks.”


INTERMISSION (Buzz Recommends)

  • Concession stand selling black coffee only

  • Cigarettes passed in brown paper bags

  • Readings from William Burroughs’ Junkie piped over the PA

  • 16mm trailer reel featuring “Suddenly” (1954) — Sinatra as a sniper warming up for Candidate


DOUBLE FEATURE TAKEAWAY

Together, these films show Sinatra as America’s burnout saint:

  • In Golden Arm, he’s strung out on chemicals.

  • In Manchurian Candidate, he’s strung up by ideology.

Both times, Blue Eyes looks straight into the lens like he knows the whole country is on the same junk, whether it’s powder in the veins or propaganda in the airwaves.

Buzz Drainpipe Closing Thought:
Sinatra wasn’t acting—he was leaking the static of the century straight into celluloid.



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