The only one I haven't seen was Shadows and I had planned to watch that.
Shadows is probably one of the messiest 1950s movies that still has some competency and professionalism behind it. It's not like classical Hollywood at all. It's like a jazzy stream of consciousness that you just feel as a lot of worthwhile things to say, even if it's not always sure how to say them. I'm sure some people would call his sloppy filmmaking, but I like how it portrays it, like when the characters go to a park full of statues:
TOM: I don't know what you wanted to come here for, Dennis. This joint is nothing but a place
for a bunch of sexless women who don't have any love in their life. A lot of big deal professors. A lot of creeps trying to show off how much they know.
DENNIS: You couldn't be wronger.
TOM: I suppose professors don't come here?
DENNIS: Well, I didn't say that.
TOM: All right, Dennis. Look at that. I suppose you can tell me what he's about, huh, genius?
DENNIS: He's a statue.
TOM: I know he's a statue, Dennis. What kind of a statue? I know he's a statue.
DENNIS: Well, Tom, I don't know everything.
TOM: You know something, Dennis?
DENNIS: Yeah?
TOM: You don't know nothing.
DENNIS: Oh, yeah? What do you know?
TOM: A lot more than you do, pal.
DENNIS: Yeah? Well what you come here for if you know so much? You have no respect for art, no respect at all.
TOM: You listen to me, Dennis. You're nothing but an ignorant slob, Dennis, a little ignorant slob. I went to college, Dennis.
DENNIS: You?
TOM: All I ever got out of it was dissipation, and a lot of early bells disturbing my sleep. A lot of supercilious professors, slob professors, shooting off their mouth about something, trying to teach me something they'd already failed at in life themselves. So don't tell me I don't appreciate anything.
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