Bluesky

a screen, a Japanese one, perhaps, with rich and mellow,…

She was on Fifth Avenue whenever she wanted to be, and she it was who rolled up, silky or furry, in the taxi, was assisted out, and stood, her next step nebulous, before the theaters of the thousand lights, before velvet-lined impossible shops; she it was. New York, for Maud Martha, was a symbol. Her idea of it stood for what she felt life ought to

The film opens a Pandora's box of forbidden pleasures, linking a marginally acceptable guilty fantasy-running wild in a department store-to a much darker and more sinister one, that of having a license to kill.