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Film noir. From the darkest recesses of our minds comes the fear: fear of the unknown, the unknowable, the terror that lives in our dreams. Film noir captures our most primal anxieties...and our most sophisticated. The festering nightmare may center on the most intimate part of our lives -- a lover...a mother...a shrouded part of ourselves. -- or the most overwhelmingly impersonal -- the government...the mob...some nameless conspiracy contrived by a laughing, sadistic god. The genre is a reflection of our collective soul. It is the shadows, the empty alley downtown, the smoky nightclub filled with thugs and cons. Here we meet the shattered moll and the tarnished hero, smell the stench of bourbon and despair. "When he awoke with his revolver in his hand, the odor of gunpowder still burning his nostrils, he didn't have to go into the bedroom to know what he would find there." Film noir is the redemptive return from Hell, the blood on the boots, the sardonic complement to post-WWII optimism. |
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