I don't know what kind of event it will be or where or how many people can physically attend, but I am throwing a dart in the wall for the 2nd Aggie Awards, and that date is: Saturday, August 13, 2011.

Why? Principally because it's Alfred Hitchcock's birthday and the man never ever won an Academy Award for direction, but also because the date is  a) far enough out in the calendar to plan something decent, b) far enough out in the calendar to forget about it altogether, and  c) on a Saturday this year.

That's the current plan, people. I shall keep you informed.

Meanwhile, in honor of Sir Alfred, please enjoy "Premonition," the second episode ever of Alfred Hitchcock Presents, starring the late John Forsythe, the current Cloris Leachman, and the ubiquitous George Macready.

Sorry about the commercials.

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Behold the exquisite beezer of Anita Sharp-Bolster (Uneeda Biscuit?), the common denominator of last night's double bill at Noir City 9. She played the sharp-tongued housekeeper in The Two Mrs. Carrolls and a sinister co-conspirator in My Name Is Julia Ross. Loved her.

The following trailer gives  away practically everything that happens in the movie (except possibly the extent to which Humphrey Bogart chews up and spits out the scenery), so I won't bother to sum it up.

Aside from Anita Sharp-Bolster (Amanda Hugginkiss?), there was not much memorable about this picture, except of course Ann Carter, shown here in her Bad Seed braids as the eerily precocious daughter of nutbag Humphrey Bogart.

I found the scene when young  Bea Carroll (Miss Carter) explains to her nutbag father (Old Man Bogart) why she doesn't feel as close to him as she does to her soon-to-be-murdered mother pretty touching. Alas, Little Ann Carter’s career was cut short by a bout with polio, which she contracted in her teens.

Silly picture, but kind of fun. George Macready (you may remember him from, oh, 2,000 episodes of Alfred Hitchcock presents, Paths of Glory, a coupla Twilight Zones — any part that could use an eight-inch facial scar) was a very entertaining psychopath, as was Dame May Whitty, his devoted mother.

I liked that Nina Foch didn't just accept that she was crazy when she woke up one morning among complete strangers who kept insisting that yes, she was married to that man over there shredding women's clothes with a pocket knife, his mother, and their servants, and not the new secretary hired the other day by the woman from the mysterious convenient agency, and  that she clung to the knowledge that she had only just the day before been Julia Ross, recently estranged girlfriend of a charming jerk called Dennis who knocked her up then went off to marry somebody else.

A B-movie breath of fresh air, really, but one I don't really need to see again.