Big City Blues ★★★

so this is what sentient toejam Ted Cruz meant all those years ago about “New York values”, the kind of place where grumpy Irishmen dig holes for no reason, everyone’s guzzling highballs 24/7, and we all have obsequious Large Adult Cousins named *checks notes* Gibboney

this simple story swiftly told over only an hour presents vignettes that live up to all our cliched fantasies about Prohibition-era New York, full of flappers, floozies, and fast-talking fellas. I’ll give it an extra half-star to push it above average due to its self-aware satire, Joan Blondell’s ability to elevate pretty much any movie, and getting to see a baby Bogie