The full moon was already tinged a heavy orange the night I went to see Shadow of a Doubt at the local indie. The forecast was for a ninety-eight percent lunar eclipse in the wee hours of the following Friday morning. Though not a full "Blood Moon," one would have been able to perceive the dim surface of that silver disc concealed enough behind the shadow of the Earth to mute its glow except for a crescent sliver along its bottom-left, the rest smothered in the red waves of sunlight passing through our atmosphere. Unfortunately, by the time my partner and I were out of the theater, a rain and gust had set in. Even by the time the storm had relented later that evening, the sky was such an inky overcast that there was no luck in being able to take a chilly peak outside to see our world's ivory bride donned in her crimson-black veil. I do not know that I can explain precisely what that all has to do with Shadow of a Doubt , except that I simply feel that just as the not qui...