The 1983 iPhone

Yes, it's from Apple, and it's a phone!

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This image was found by Marc Esslinger, the son of Hartmut Esslinger who designed the famous Apple IIc. If you don't remember, the Apple IIc was the first portable computer from 1984. We featured the image back in 2007 when the article came out, but we never really expanded on the ideas that this image represents.

It's quite amazing to see that this iPhone also had touchscreen capabilities, even though it was corded. Still, the basic premise existed far in the past of Apple. No wonder that the iPhone currently works so well. It's been something that has been studied for quite a while. It was a design that was way ahead of its time. You can read more about Marc's personal Apple story over at Fudder. However, the article is in German. Click here for a translated version! [via Hello Bauldoff] Translated original story

THE ATOMIC CITY (1952)

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It was 1952, and the "Atomic Age" had just begun. If there was anything cooler than having a rumpus room decorated with bullfight posters or bongo drums, it was anything "atomic".

The daily life of those who live and work in Los Alamos, New Mexico seems strange and exotic. There are fenced in areas everywhere, Dad gets thoroughly checked by geiger counters every morning on his way into work, and a co-worker on a perfectly ordinary day gets sent to the hospital with severe burns from radioactivity overexposure. Mom wants to move away because her little son has stopped saying, "When I grow up..." and has started to say "IF I grow up...". This is a big time company town. During a school trip, the son is kidnapped and held for ransom; not money, but nuclear secrets.

Basically a police procedural, THE ATOMIC CITY is crisply directed by Jerry Hopper (whose credits include THE PRIVATE WAR OF MAJ. BENSON, a rare comedy from Charlton Heston), with a very tense chase through the New Mexico hills comprising the final third of the film.

Gene Barry and Milburn Stone star, a couple of years ahead of their TV western fame. Young Lee Aaker deserves special credit as the best performance. He would go on in the next year to play "Red Chief" in the "Ransom of Red Chief" episode of O'HENRY'S FULL HOUSE.

I'd bet that the FBI field phone in the pic above (taken off the TV screen — please excuse the quality) triggered lots of oohs and aahs from an audience in 1952.

Steve Jobs as THE NEW YORKER's Eustace Tilley

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Photo taken in Madison Square Park in April of last year.

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THEY WON'T BELIEVE ME (1947)

First of all, toss out any mental images you have of Robert Young as that nice old doctor or the father who always knows best, in THEY WON'T BELIEVE ME, he plays a grade-A heel.

As the film opens we see Larry Ballantine in a courtroom, on trial for murder. As he takes the stand, he tells how he got there, and the flashback begins...

Larry is a man who seems to have everything, a rich wife, Greta, (Rita Johnson) and a beautiful girlfriend, Janice (Jane Greer), who he meets every Saturday afternoon. Today, Janice tells Larry she's breaking up with him; her company offered her a transfer to Montreal, and she's going. Larry goes home to pack and meet Janice at the station. But Greta tells him she knows about the Saturday trysts and offers him another choice — she's bought a home in Los Angeles for them and half ownership of a brokerage firm for him. He jumps at the chance.

After a few weeks in LA, Larry begins an affair with Verna, a colleague at work, and a self-confessed golddigger. As he begins to arrive home later and later each night, Greta realizes Larry hasn't changed. and tipped off by Larry's partner in the brokerage, she confronts her husband about Verna.

Did I mention that this film has more twists and turns than the Pacific Coast Highway?

Anyway, Greta has bought a ranch in the country and tells Larry she's going there, with or without him. And, BTW, she's sold his stake in the brokerage and he no longer has a job. Larry goes to the ranch.

A while goes by and Larry looks for an excuse to drive into LA to see if he can hook up with Verna. He does, and they plan to withdraw $25,000 from the Ballantines' joint checking account and run off to Reno. Driving through the hills everything seems to be going well for the couple, when a truck swerves into the lane and their car goes over a cliff. Larry is thrown from the wreck, but Verna is trapped in the burning car.

Larry wakes up in the hospital and begins to realize that the authorities believe the woman in the car with him was his wife (the only thing left of the charred body is the dime-store wedding ring that Verna bought for their trip).

Then Larry gets a diabolical idea. Since everyone thinks his wife is dead, and Greta is all alone in the country...

The moment he's released, he drives up to the ranch and looks around for his wife. He finds her body at the bottom of a ravine where she had tripped and fallen down the steep slope. She's already dead. And then things really start to get interesting.

Tightly directed by Irving Pichel (THE MIRACLE OF THE BELLS, MR. PEABODY & THE MERMAID); even with the quickly shifting story, the viewer never feels lost. Producer Joan Harrison is best known as the producer of ALFRED HITCHCOCK PRESENTS and as screenwriter of REBECCA, SUSPICION, and other Hitchcock classics.

The ending of this film may be the most noirish ending ever, even beating out Otto Preminger's infamous ANGEL FACE. You will be surprised, I guarantee.

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