March 17, 2019

Film Noir, My Noir

Filmed at night on wet streets in the seedier byways of downtown Los Angeles, circa 1942.

World War II, though offstage, permeates the atmosphere with a sense that the world is corrupted.

The protagonist, usually a detective, who, for all his cynicism, has a code, a set of ethics, grudgingly out of date in this backstabbing world. A man in a slouched fedora who hunts for something pure in these dirty, smoke-filled rooms where the dames shoot little silver bullets straight through your heart and the cops are bought and paid for and never on your side.

 

'Film Noir, My Noir'