When I was a kid we thought they called it Quicksand because it sucked you down quickly, even though we knew at the same time that slowness was the hallmark of death-by-sand. We also thought that line in church about judging the Quick and the Dead somehow referred to really fast people. But when you heard the phrase “biting your nails down to the quick,” you started to put it all together. Quick meant alive. You’d always suspected that anyway, since it was paired in opposition to DEAD. It all made sense. Quicksand was sand that was living. And it was hungry. Hungry for . . .

 


 

Well, he’ll do as an appetizer.

About this movie I’ll say little, because I plan to do a Rifftrax on it. More details at the Bleat.

One more thing: here’s the femme fatale. If she looks familiar, she should.

 


 

I’ll spare you the trip to imdb. It’s Jimmy Cagney’s sister. anyway, how can I not love a cheap noir with Cagney's sister seducing Mickey Rooney to get back at her old boyfriend? Especially when it's . . .

 

 

This will be fun.