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Lewiston Morning Tribune, May 29, 1931.
One of my flames sent me this on FB because he knows I love old movies.... I’ve been laughing for ten minutes, because he has no idea how mildly kinky it is.😍 #kinkadelic
I'm a detective in a noir film but instead of taking a drag from a cigarette to appear mysterious, I'm taking slow drags of an inhaler.
The talented Emily Elder in a frame from a test shoot called "1943"
Hercule Poirot but it's a film noir and he speaks like an american detective (still with the accent)
"Yes...I see zat ze doll waz gutted by her fate az much az by her attacker...and maybee it iz bettere zis waye, when you see ouat this town iz becoming. Sometimes chazing city lightss leadz a dove's life off tracke"
*wistfully gazes at train tracks disfiguring Brussel's city center while bitterly chuckling, hands in a trench coat's pocket paired with a bowtie*
I made this drawing of Philip Marlowe about two years ago, I don't know if did a good job but it lot of fun draw.
Les Diaboliques (Henri-Georges Clouzot, 1955)
Un film di cui si parla troppo poco e che io reputo un capolavoro del noir.
Siamo in un collegio alla periferia di Parigi. La direttrice di questo istituto è Christina Delassalle, una donna malata di cuore e sposata con Michel un uomo violento e infedele. L'amica Nicole, un tempo amante di Michel e anch'essa trattata male da lui, propone a Christina di ucciderlo insieme.
Le donne andranno nella vecchia casa della città natale di Nicole. Attireranno lì anche Michel, dopodiché grazie a del sonnifero contenuto nel whisky, lo addormenteranno per poi annegarlo nella vasca da bagno.
Un thriller di stampo hitchcockiano, pieno di sotterfugi, inganni e manipolazioni, che lo rendono intrigante e pieno di suspense, fino ad un finale indimenticabile e da brividi.
wip from a piece i'm never getting done💥💥
Day 5 : (the Maltese) Chicken 😊
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Now the night is falling You have gone Sad dreams blow through dark trees Love's gone wrong Clouds of sadness raining all night long Love's gone...
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I Float Alone ~ Julee Cruise
"Home is where you come when you run out of places."
Clash by Night (1952) dir. Fritz Lang
a true noir icon. ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖
Poll for a title. They all fit the story fine, I just can't decide which rolls off the tongue easier.
Watched Vertigo
Spoilers below
Such rich, gorgeous coloration in the first part that the pleasure of the memory is almost enough to fill the hole the second part excavated in my chest. Thematically, the inversion is pretty much perfect, even if I think it hiccups momentarily in the transition. Kim Novak embodies both feigned supernatural, maternal possession (I'm looking at you Psycho) and very real, material, male-chauvinistic possession. Jimmy Stewart does as good a job in his dual role of both the concerned, paternalistic protector figure and the domineering, obliterative force of masculinity.
Careful choice to position Carlotta Valdes' grave at one of two graveyards in San Francisco where the dead were not disinterred and reburied in Colma. One of two places where the pressure of modernity and expansion had not relocated the weight of the dead. The impotent rage that John Ferguson feels at his inability to control the march of the world, in its repetition of death and its imposition of fear on his own body, is palpable as he tries to return to his own local past, just as he believed "Madeleine" needed to return to her familial past. He is unable to escape the deception, even as his rational brain becomes aware of it, and can only believe that there is some access to the past, and therefore to the future, through which he can transcend the weight of death and live forever. Of course, this must be performed by the imposition of his own will upon Judy, a practice his past as a cop and instrument of state violence has prepared him well for. It is not enough. He has no control. Madeleine was killed by a competent, careful murderer; Judy is killed by the past, by the specter of death rising from the darkness of history. John is a cop, and he is a man; he can stop neither.
No one possesses you ... you're safe with me.