Fragments of Noir

Friday, 29 May 2020

On the Waterfront

A Streetcar Named Desire

Birdman of Alcatraz

Baby Doll

I Confess

Kiss of Death

One Eyed Jacks

Where the Sidewalk Ends

fragments of noir: 'It was one of those hot dry Santa Annas that come down thru the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge. ............ Red Wind- Raymond Chandler

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