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Friday, 30 November 2012

Kinds of Love, Kinds of Death


                              I could go through the motions with no trouble, but once i was alone the truth insecapably emerged causing me to slump at the desk like an unused marionette. I had no real interest in what i was doing, no real interest in anything. I spent the time thinking about my wall.

Kinds of Love, Kinds of death
Tucker Coe
1966

image reblogged from
Violent World of Parker

Wednesday, 28 November 2012

Poles of Noir


                                 Like most others i was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hellraiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking but i felt somehow that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time i felt that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles - a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other- that kept me going.

Hunter S. Thompson


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reblogged from Blue Electric Room

Tuesday, 27 November 2012

Armee Des Ombres


As i have said a few times there are a number of great movies which to me are Noirs in disguise and apart from Treasure of the Sierra Madre this is probably the best.








Monday, 26 November 2012

Too Long at the Fair


         Well i don't know who made the highway
         I guess that's just my pride
         But i have heard the prince of darkness
         On his charger ride


Too Long at the Fair
(Joel Zoss)
Bonnie Raitt
1972

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George Zimbel
woman at bar, 
Bourbon st, New Orleans

Sunday, 25 November 2012

Classic Fragments11 - Harry Lime


                             The scene where Orson Welles emerges from the darkened doorway in the cobbled streets of post- war Vienna evokes almost everything that Noir stands for.

Saturday, 24 November 2012

The Flitcraft Parable


                   The life he knew was a clear orderly sane responsible affair. Now a falling beam had shown him that fundamentally that life was none of these things. He, the good citizen-husband-father, could be wiped out between the office and restaurant by the accident of a falling beam. He knew that men die at haphazard like that and live only while blind chance spared them. It was not primarily the injustice that disturbed him, he accepted that after the first shock. What disturbed him was the discovery that in sensibly ordering his affairs he had gotten out of step, and not into step with life.

from
The Maltese Falcon
Dashiell Hammett
1930


image 
Denise Puchol
reblogged from Vintagecool

Friday, 23 November 2012

John Ford


The Fugitive
Long Voyage Home
Gideon's Day
Grapes of Wrath
The Informer

                        We all know that Ford specialized in Westerns and adventures set in War but he occasionally dipped his toe into the Noirish look with cinematographers such as Greg Toland and Gabriel Figueroa who gave him that stylish shadowy look on The Fugitive and Long Voyage Home in particular. But unlike Hitchcock and Kurosawa, those other big names in cinema history, he never attempted a straight Noir movie.

The Fugitive

Long Voyage Home

Thursday, 22 November 2012

Blood Money




       I always play Russian roulette in my head
       It's seventeen black and twenty-nine red
       How far from the gutter, how far from the pew
       I'll always remember to forget about you

       A good man is hard to find
       Only strangers sleep in my bed
       My favourite words are good-bye
       And my favourite colour is red



A Good Man is Hard to Find
(Waits/ Brennan)
Tom Waits 2002

from Blood Money 

Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Robert Krasker

Third Man

Odd Man Out

Brief Encounter

Quiet American

The Criminal

Fall of the Roman Empire

Henry V

Tuesday, 20 November 2012

Tender Noir


                                  One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes the size of a pin-prick, but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year. But if we should there is nothing could be done about it.

Tender is the Night
F. Scott Fitzgerald
1934

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Esther Bubley
Third Avenue 1951

Monday, 19 November 2012

The Nickel Ride


                                 Only seen clips of this so far but for early 70s Neo-Noirs it looks as if it has captured the mood at least of Eddie Coyle and maybe the gritty L.A appeal of say Hickey and Boggs .



Sunday, 18 November 2012

Surf Noir #2


                            He could see that now for the first time it was not only Ellen Tucker he pursued. It was himself as well. He stared out the window, across the small yard, toward the ragged skyline of Huntingdon Beach hearing once more in the dark recesss of his own mind the high electric whine of those neon letters above the Club Tahiti.

Tapping the Source
Kem Nunn
1984

Saturday, 17 November 2012

Enigma of Noir


                           If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character ................ Would you slow down ? Or speed up ?

Chuck Palahnuick
Invisible Monsters
1999

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The Third Man

Friday, 16 November 2012

Classic Fragments10- The Short Con


Mamet's seminal Neo Noir House of Games from 1987 was his debut feature and skillfully depicts the world of hustlers and con-men.



Thursday, 15 November 2012

Existential Noir



                                He was free, free in every way, free to behave like a fool or a machine, free to accept, free to refuse, free to equivocate ; to marry, to give up the game, to drag his death weight about with him for years to come. He could do what he liked. No one had the right to advise him, there would be for him no good or evil unless he thought them into being.

Jean Paul Sartre


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Moments- Lartigue
reblogged from Hobnob-Noir

Wednesday, 14 November 2012

Boris Kauffman

Twelve Angry Men

Baby Doll

The Fugitive Kind

The Pawnbroker

On the Waterfront

Tuesday, 13 November 2012

Apartment No-9


Not so very long ago
You walked away from me
After all the plans we made 
You decided to be free

I keep waitin' in this lonely room
Just in case you change your mind
You'll find me waitin' here
In apartment number nine



Apartment No-9
(Paycheck/ Austin)
George Jones
1967

image re-blogged from
Blue Electric Room

Monday, 12 November 2012

Corner Store


                              I owed the liquor store thirteen-seventy five plus two six-packs plus cigars and cigarettes and i owed the L.A County General Hospital $225 and i owed the dirty jap $70 and there were some minor utility bills, and we clutched each other and the walls closed in.

Reunion
from
Tales of Ordinary Madness
Charles Bukowski
1968

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Bruce Davidson

Sunday, 11 November 2012

Noir Eternity


                            Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an absence of time, and sometimes it seemed to me that her abandonment touched that strange mathematical point of endlessness, a point with no width, occupying no space.

Graham Greene