A kiss before dying, the desperate lurch before oblivion, and the erotic click-clack of stilettos on pavement. Dank stairwells and silent corridors. Closed doors and hidden secrets. You break in and fall into a bottomless pool of black. Cut to a bare light-bulb burning on a current wired from hell. Lying on a steel-framed bed you stare through the bars of perdition at yourself, a wraith in a cracked mirror on the ceiling.
Tony D'Ambra
Noir City Blues
2009
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Michael Thielen
https://filmnoir.art.blog/2009/08/03/noir-city-blues/
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