Hopperesque

Hopperesque

Wednesday, 20 May 2015

Always Darker


              Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.

Friedrich Nietzsche

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Third Man
1949

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

Mosaic Noir #62

Memento

Get Carter

Rififi

Rear Window

Following

The Conformist

Raging Bull

Body Heat

All But Invisible


     He existed a step or two to one side of the common world, largely out of sight, a shadow, all but invisible. Whatever he owned either he could hoist on his back and lug it along or he could walk away from it. Anonymity was what he loved most about the city. Being a part of it and apart from it at the same time.

Drive
James Sallis
2005

Monday, 18 May 2015

That's the Part


       But that's the part of it i always liked. He adjusted himself to beams falling, and then no more of them fell, and he adjusted himself to them not falling.

Dashiell Hammett
Maltese Falcon
1930

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Maltese Falcon
1940

Body Heat












Body Heat
Lawrence Kasdan
1981

Sunday, 17 May 2015

Sordid, Dirty, Crooked


       The other part of me wanted to get out and stay out, but this was the part i never listened to. Because if i ever had i would have stayed in the town where i was born and worked in the hardware store and married the boss's daughter ..........

       I might even get rich - small town rich, an eight room house, two cars in the garage, chicken every Sunday and the Reader's Digest on the living room table .........

     You take it friend - i'll take the big, sordid, dirty crooked city.

Raymond Chandler
The Long Goodbye
1953

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unknown
Kansas City Missouri 1946

Moments of Noir ...... part 9


History of Violence

Night of the Hunter

Once Upon a Time in America

The Big Combo

Donnie Brasco

Odd Man Out

Killing Them Softly

Double Indemnity

Rampart

Laura

Saturday, 16 May 2015

Intermission


         When i don't feel in the mood for painting i go to the movies for a week or more.

Edward Hopper

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Edward Hopper
Intermission
sketch 1963

The Night is More


                 I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

Vincent Van Gogh

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Asphalt Jungle
1950