Fragments of Noir
Hopperesque
Wednesday, 9 December 2015
My Own Footsteps
There was nothing to give us away and yet as i was walking down the street to the drugstore, suddenly it came over me ......... i couldn't hear my own footsteps. It was the walk of a dead man.
Double Indemnity
Billy wilder
1944
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