More Alarms

Ok, there’s a scene in a movie – and this is stuck in my head like an earworm, like a song frag you can’t get rid of and can’t identify, the way Soho’s Hippychick used to stick with no song name or band name or other useful lyrics, just ‘no hip, hip, hip, no hippychick’. […]

Ok, there’s a scene in a movie – and this is stuck in my head like an earworm, like a song frag you can’t get rid of and can’t identify, the way Soho’s Hippychick used to stick with no song name or band name or other useful lyrics, just ‘no hip, hip, hip, no hippychick’.

Someone out there has to know what movie this is.

Here’s the scene. This is like a modern-day crime kinda movie, not sci-fi or anything. Some psycho – and I’m thinking Malkovich , Spacey, someone like that – has some woman held captive. He’s, I dunno, threatening her, torturing her, something. He’s got her tied up.

But she’s angry and defiant. She spits in his face.

And he looks at her with these freaky dead cold eyes, wipes the spit off his face with his hand, and licks it off his hand.

The image stuck. But there’s no damned context. Who the hell is this? What movie is this?

It rattles around in my head, like ‘Perth Amboy’ in Thurber’s head in More Alarms at Night. Help me out here before ‘Threaten to get Buck’.