Two days. The man who wrote Dark Passage gets his night back.
He sold in the millions and died a name nobody could place. Dark Passage became a Bogart
Four days. One dead writer. One live night.
Friday, August 21 is the night. The restored cut of Retracing the Footsteps of David Goodis plays
The table read: UNDERBELLY, live
On Friday, August 21, the restored Goodis documentary plays — and then we keep going. Actors take
What “Restored” Actually Means
“Restored” gets used as a marketing word, so here is what it actually meant on this film.
The bars in his books are still pouring
Most writers leave behind a shelf. David Goodis left behind a neighborhood. When we went back to
Gone west: the fly-pack rides to San Francisco
The fly-pack is on the road. Our crew is in the Bay Area through August 10 —
BELOVED SON AND BROTHER — and that’s all it says
This is where David Goodis is buried, in a Philadelphia cemetery. The stone reads BELOVED SON AND
Noir isn’t a look. It’s a temperature.
This is Philadelphia at night, shot under the arches for my restored David Goodis documentary. Nobody rigged
The covers were lurid. The books were scripture.
“Who was this mysterious… ghostly… killer?” That’s the promise screaming off the front of a Gold Medal
He wrote over a million words but died silently
This is David Goodis at his machine. Gold Medal paperbacks, twenty-five cents a copy, millions sold across