I wonder if my mother gave us a warning about hobos and not playing in the woods because of this film. Though to be honest in all the times I played in the woods, I never saw a hobo or anything to indicate hobos were around. 😺
There were no actual hobos left during my childhood in the city. But Mother used to tell stories of the hobos her mother would feed during the Depression. They would knock on the door, and she would bring them out some of whatever they were having for them to eat on the porch. The scary hobo wasn't something I ever heard about. Down-on-their-luck hobos were more what they saw.
I never even heard of hobos until I moved out on my own. It's kind of amazing, too, since I walked over three sets of railroad tracks twice every day when I was in high school.
Hobos are older than you, I think ;) I think of it as more of a 1930-s Depression-era thing. Hobos aren't the same as tramps or bums, and there just aren't migrant workers in the sense there used to be.
I forgot to say, when I first saw the film, I saw the cops shoot at the window and saw the lady with the baby fall over. At first I thought the bullet had hit the woman through the window. DUH to me, I guess.
It's a different style of story-telling, and it takes some getting used to. Once I had watched silent movies for a while I found myself more impatient with modern movies that seem to be long for the sake of length lol
I just tried to watch this but I got an evil look from the hubby as he is trying to watch football. I guess I will have to rewatch once the games are over. I could shut off the music but I do like the atmosphere it adds.
Because this blog does not consist of a single focus topic I chose the name Divers and Sundry where "Divers" means being of many and various kinds, and "Sundry" means consisting of a haphazard assortment of different kinds.
I wonder if my mother gave us a warning about hobos and not playing in the woods because of this film. Though to be honest in all the times I played in the woods, I never saw a hobo or anything to indicate hobos were around. 😺
ReplyDeleteThere were no actual hobos left during my childhood in the city. But Mother used to tell stories of the hobos her mother would feed during the Depression. They would knock on the door, and she would bring them out some of whatever they were having for them to eat on the porch. The scary hobo wasn't something I ever heard about. Down-on-their-luck hobos were more what they saw.
DeleteI never even heard of hobos until I moved out on my own. It's kind of amazing, too, since I walked over three sets of railroad tracks twice every day when I was in high school.
ReplyDeleteHobos are older than you, I think ;) I think of it as more of a 1930-s Depression-era thing. Hobos aren't the same as tramps or bums, and there just aren't migrant workers in the sense there used to be.
DeleteYes, that would have been my grandparents era.
DeleteI forgot to say, when I first saw the film, I saw the cops shoot at the window and saw the lady with the baby fall over. At first I thought the bullet had hit the woman through the window. DUH to me, I guess.
DeleteIt's a different style of story-telling, and it takes some getting used to. Once I had watched silent movies for a while I found myself more impatient with modern movies that seem to be long for the sake of length lol
DeleteSounds interesting. I have bookmarked it for the long winter evenings! Valerie
ReplyDeleteIt's just 10 minutes long, so you'll need more to fill in ;)
DeleteShe did well building suspense and using interesting shots. I was confused at first and thought someone else had stolen the dad's car.
ReplyDeleteI think we tend to depend more on dialog these days to understand what's going on
DeleteI just tried to watch this but I got an evil look from the hubby as he is trying to watch football. I guess I will have to rewatch once the games are over. I could shut off the music but I do like the atmosphere it adds.
ReplyDeleteI ended up getting earphones lol It helps when I'm trying to watch something nobody else has any interest in.
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