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The protagonist, usually a detective, who, for all his cynicism, has a code, a set of ethics, grudgingly out of date in this backstabbing world.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.