Still to Come, in the 50s

Speaking of being less than halfway through, we're only seven films out from the midpoint of my favorite films countdown. I probably won't be able to post again until Friday evening or so, but coming up in the next seven entries, none of which are ties: a sassy lass, a Southern sojourn, a spiky self-caricature, a Hollywood memoir, a wharfside melodrama, a whole lot of goo, and a guy who totally gets eaten. Think you know where we're going? You know where to post your guesses. I'll be polling you, too, for your favorites among #s 51-100, because list-making should never be confined to just one person.