I'm the plaintive saxophone solo accompanying the montage of the protagonist's walk home through the city at night, as he realizes he's in way over his head.
Let's be film noir
by Anonymous | reply 296 | June 30, 2023 8:27 PM |
I'm the warm light and diffuse filter that is used for every shot in which the femme fatale appears, so as to highlight the fact that she is some sort of dreamy, almost supernatural creature. I won't prevent the femme fatale from turning into a very prosaic, submissive housewife by the end of the film, or else ending up in prison / dead as a punishment for her crimes (which are invariably greed, enjoying sex and being unhappy with her boring and unremarkable husband).
by Anonymous | reply 1 | December 24, 2021 3:13 PM |
I'm the black-and-white film stock.
by Anonymous | reply 2 | December 24, 2021 3:27 PM |
I'm the rain and fog. So much rain and fog.
by Anonymous | reply 3 | December 24, 2021 3:28 PM |
I'm the middle-aged actress who plays the wise-cracking waitress. I have five lines in the film. Way back in 1923, when I arrived in Hollywood fresh from Lake City, Iowa, I thought I had a real future in film. I even got a few decent roles, and once played opposite Adolphe Menjou. But what little of a career I had didn't survive talkies. Now I've been relegated to these bit parts in Poverty Row films. I live alone in a little apartment on Beverly Glen; I've been here since 1934, when my third marriage ended. I rarely attend the screenings of my films these days. Why bother? It's a paycheck, and it's a lonely life.
by Anonymous | reply 4 | December 24, 2021 3:38 PM |
I've the over-orchestration.
by Anonymous | reply 5 | December 24, 2021 5:20 PM |
I'm the pearl-handled pistol in the gloved hand of a woman.
by Anonymous | reply 6 | December 24, 2021 6:38 PM |
I'm the French director. Actually, I just have a name that sounds French, and that's enough.
by Anonymous | reply 7 | December 24, 2021 6:44 PM |
I'm the disappearing small art cinema where these films were once shown.
by Anonymous | reply 8 | December 24, 2021 6:45 PM |
I'm Fate. No one, but no one, escapes me.
by Anonymous | reply 9 | December 24, 2021 6:47 PM |
I’m a bag of money, thrown out of a moving vehicle.
by Anonymous | reply 10 | December 24, 2021 6:49 PM |
I'm Crestview 20535
by Anonymous | reply 11 | December 24, 2021 6:51 PM |
I'm the wise-cracking black best friend, inserted into every other scene for comic relief. My character is safe and approachable for white people.
Wait, tell me again what film noir means?
by Anonymous | reply 12 | December 24, 2021 6:51 PM |
I'm the fedora(s).
by Anonymous | reply 13 | December 24, 2021 9:44 PM |
I'm the lung and throat cancer caused from so many onscreen cigarettes.
by Anonymous | reply 14 | December 24, 2021 9:47 PM |
I’m the end.
by Anonymous | reply 15 | December 24, 2021 9:47 PM |
R15 for the win!
by Anonymous | reply 16 | December 24, 2021 10:09 PM |
I'm the Ennis Mansion, 500,000 tons of Mayan-inspired concrete-interlocking block architecture.
The femme fatale lives here with her sinister, silver-haired, cultured-but-clearly-straight husband.
by Anonymous | reply 17 | December 24, 2021 10:09 PM |
I'm a vertical neon sign, blinking an ironic word over and over and over...
PARADISE
PARADISE
PARADISE...
by Anonymous | reply 18 | December 24, 2021 10:10 PM |
I'm spike-heeled mules with powder-puff pom-poms on them.
by Anonymous | reply 19 | December 24, 2021 10:11 PM |
I'm Elisha Cook Jr, as the sidekick or villain!
by Anonymous | reply 20 | December 24, 2021 10:13 PM |
I'm Barbara Stanwick, Lauren Bacall, Rita Heyworth and Veronica Lake.
Or some exquisite starlet made up to look like one of me.
The jury is eternally out on whether or not I can actually act, but I look phenomenal.
by Anonymous | reply 21 | December 24, 2021 10:13 PM |
I'm the glow-in-the-dark complexions.
by Anonymous | reply 22 | December 24, 2021 10:14 PM |
I’m the cigarette smoke. I swirl.
by Anonymous | reply 23 | December 24, 2021 10:14 PM |
I'm the word "Hollywood." I am muttered contemptuously, despite the fact that I am intrinsically linked to the history of precisely that community.
by Anonymous | reply 24 | December 24, 2021 10:15 PM |
I am murder, my sweet.
by Anonymous | reply 25 | December 24, 2021 10:16 PM |
Oh yeah? Well I am drop dead, my lovely!
by Anonymous | reply 26 | December 24, 2021 10:16 PM |
I am a 1941 De Soto. I used to be big.
I still am big.
It's the parking spaces that got small.
by Anonymous | reply 27 | December 24, 2021 10:17 PM |
I’m watching the detectives.
by Anonymous | reply 28 | December 24, 2021 10:18 PM |
I'm a straight whiskey to go with the gay subtext.
by Anonymous | reply 29 | December 24, 2021 10:19 PM |
I'm unspoken lipstick lesbianism.
by Anonymous | reply 30 | December 24, 2021 10:20 PM |
I’m the blobfish. I snuck right up on him, leaving nothing but slime.
by Anonymous | reply 31 | December 24, 2021 10:22 PM |
I'm a slinky single-story nightclub with a suggestive name.
by Anonymous | reply 32 | December 24, 2021 10:22 PM |
I'm a fabulous 40's diner with a half-dozen flivers parked outside. The cake is fresh monthly, but the coffee is always hot.
by Anonymous | reply 33 | December 24, 2021 10:23 PM |
I am.....The City.
by Anonymous | reply 34 | December 24, 2021 10:25 PM |
I'm a once-luxurious and now-decayed courtyard apartment house with an untended garden and Spanish styling. I am the home of the private dick or one of the suspects. The landlady is sullen and the super is suspicious.
by Anonymous | reply 35 | December 24, 2021 10:25 PM |
(I'm spending Christmas alone this year. Thanks for the laughs, bitches!)
by Anonymous | reply 36 | December 24, 2021 10:29 PM |
I'm the black hat set at an angle with a half-face veil.
by Anonymous | reply 37 | December 24, 2021 10:38 PM |
I'm the stuff dreams are made of.
by Anonymous | reply 38 | December 24, 2021 10:40 PM |
I'm the shadow of the approaching killer.
by Anonymous | reply 39 | December 24, 2021 10:41 PM |
I'm satin peep-toe pumps.
by Anonymous | reply 40 | December 24, 2021 10:55 PM |
I'm the mentally challenged strongman the mastermind uses for the wet work. One day I'll turn on the mastermind.
by Anonymous | reply 41 | December 24, 2021 10:56 PM |
I'm the fact that I wouldn't normally be seeking out your services, Mr. Cleftchin Studlybutt, but I simply don't know whom else to turn to.
by Anonymous | reply 42 | December 24, 2021 10:56 PM |
I'm the fluttering application of an expensive handkerchief to a pair of clearly dry eyes.
by Anonymous | reply 43 | December 24, 2021 10:57 PM |
I'm the sheer stockings with seams up the back.
by Anonymous | reply 44 | December 24, 2021 10:59 PM |
I’m the tough-as-nails bartender in the smoke filled hole-in-the-wall joint. You were led here by the name on the matchbook that was found on the ground, just feet from the murder victim. I will claim to know nothing when you ask questions, but a shady looking character in the bar will get up and walk past you, uttering a strange clue under his breath. When you turn, he will be gone.
by Anonymous | reply 45 | December 24, 2021 10:59 PM |
I'm the phone in the hallway of the rooming house where the suspect lives. All the boarders use me. I've heard it all.
by Anonymous | reply 46 | December 24, 2021 11:02 PM |
I'm the real Will in the hidden drawer of the antique secretary.
by Anonymous | reply 47 | December 24, 2021 11:03 PM |
I'm the heavy scent of perfume the Bad Girl wears.
by Anonymous | reply 48 | December 24, 2021 11:05 PM |
I'm Gerard Colcord. You know those huge, patrician, elegant but somehow slightly sinister houses in the Hollywood Hills that the voice-over describes as "not a bad little shack"? I designed nearly 2,000 of them.
Tech bros are ripping them down and replacing them with even larger and much uglier houses like it's their job.
by Anonymous | reply 49 | December 24, 2021 11:06 PM |
I'm classic LA glamour.
Musicals have me. Romances have me. Even screwball comedies have me.
But Noir?
Noir is where I LIVE.
by Anonymous | reply 50 | December 24, 2021 11:07 PM |
I'm the tinkling piano in the next apartment.
by Anonymous | reply 51 | December 24, 2021 11:08 PM |
I'm Velma.
by Anonymous | reply 52 | December 24, 2021 11:09 PM |
I'm the heavy glass ashtray that the drunken femme fatale throws at the protagonist halfway through the film. I just narrowly miss his head and hit the grungy wall of his rented room (located in the rooming house of r46). I foreshadow the film's climax, in which the femme fatale takes aim at him with his own .38 -- and doesn't miss.
by Anonymous | reply 53 | December 24, 2021 11:10 PM |
I'm the less attractive, plucky & faithful best friend.
by Anonymous | reply 54 | December 24, 2021 11:14 PM |
I’m the ceiling fan in the dimly lit room. The turning of my blades, combined with the bad lighting, creates a surreal black-and-white flickering effect that just screams “atmosphere”.
by Anonymous | reply 55 | December 24, 2021 11:16 PM |
I'm a woman with a past.
by Anonymous | reply 56 | December 24, 2021 11:20 PM |
R56- Oh, nice one!
by Anonymous | reply 57 | December 24, 2021 11:27 PM |
R57 was meant for R55, lol. Sorry.
by Anonymous | reply 58 | December 24, 2021 11:29 PM |
I'm the phone that rings just as . . .
by Anonymous | reply 59 | December 24, 2021 11:29 PM |
The sound of the bell is . . . piercing
by Anonymous | reply 60 | December 24, 2021 11:33 PM |
I’m the double-cross, and there are going to be at least three of me before the film is over.
by Anonymous | reply 61 | December 24, 2021 11:35 PM |
We're the Parliament brand cigarette butts in the ashtray on the end table. We signal to the man of the house that someone else has been smoking with his wife: they have a strictly Chesterfield marriage.
by Anonymous | reply 62 | December 24, 2021 11:37 PM |
I'm the boredom and ennui and taste for violence in the femme fatale.
I am the fat man with the Maltese Falcon.
I'm the switchboard operator in Sorry, Wrong Number, and that rotary black Bakelite phone.
by Anonymous | reply 63 | December 24, 2021 11:55 PM |
I'm batshit crazy Lawrence Tierney!
by Anonymous | reply 64 | December 24, 2021 11:55 PM |
I'm the cab driver who will be asked at least once to follow that car.
by Anonymous | reply 65 | December 24, 2021 11:57 PM |
I'm the life insurance policy. Nothing good can come from me.
by Anonymous | reply 66 | December 25, 2021 12:00 AM |
I'm the pencil used by the femme fatale to dial the rotary phone.
by Anonymous | reply 67 | December 25, 2021 12:01 AM |
I'm Lizabeth as the gal who is crazy for the hero yet still seems vaguely dykey
by Anonymous | reply 68 | December 25, 2021 12:02 AM |
R66- Does it contain a double indemnity benefit?
by Anonymous | reply 69 | December 25, 2021 12:03 AM |
Oops, that should be Lizabeth Scott
by Anonymous | reply 70 | December 25, 2021 12:06 AM |
I'm Richard Widmark as Tommy Udo, pushing a lyin' old hag down a flight of stairs in her wheelchair!
by Anonymous | reply 71 | December 25, 2021 12:09 AM |
I'm the profession of most femme fatales -- "hostess." We all know it really meant "hooker."
by Anonymous | reply 72 | December 25, 2021 12:10 AM |
I'm Robert Mitchum, the darkly handsome hero/villain, lover/killer. I'm dangerous.
by Anonymous | reply 73 | December 25, 2021 12:16 AM |
I'm Robert Mitchum, the darkly handsome hero/villain, lover/killer. I'm dangerous.
by Anonymous | reply 74 | December 25, 2021 12:16 AM |
Sorry for the double post. DL is glitchy tonight.
by Anonymous | reply 75 | December 25, 2021 12:18 AM |
I'm the elevated train rumbling outside the window of the cheap hotel room.
by Anonymous | reply 76 | December 25, 2021 12:19 AM |
I'm the heroine. I'm a nightclub singer, the profession of 70% of noir heroines
by Anonymous | reply 77 | December 25, 2021 12:22 AM |
I'm "The Boulevard of Broken Dreams," r77's signature song.
by Anonymous | reply 78 | December 25, 2021 12:35 AM |
I'm Alan Ladd, projecting world-weary ennui and standing on a box to hide my lack of height
by Anonymous | reply 79 | December 25, 2021 12:52 AM |
I'm 1940s Los Angeles.
by Anonymous | reply 80 | December 25, 2021 12:55 AM |
The term " film noir" is racist and needs to be cancelled.
by Anonymous | reply 81 | December 25, 2021 1:17 AM |
Don't bring your mess into this thread R81
by Anonymous | reply 82 | December 25, 2021 1:21 AM |
I'm that first kiss between the private dick and the femme fatale. It usually happens after the dick says something she doesn't want to hear, so she slaps him in the face, then he grabs her and forcefully kisses her. But no tongue - remember the Hays Code!
by Anonymous | reply 83 | December 25, 2021 2:53 AM |
I'm the single room furnished with the phone down the hall and the cranky landlady.
by Anonymous | reply 84 | December 25, 2021 3:23 AM |
I'm your waitress, Flossie- what'll ya have, mack?
by Anonymous | reply 85 | December 25, 2021 3:26 AM |
I'm the shadows caused by venetian blinds. You'll usually find me in the office of our private dick.
by Anonymous | reply 86 | December 25, 2021 3:49 AM |
You can't have a proper film noir without me!
by Anonymous | reply 87 | December 25, 2021 4:06 AM |
I'm the wife beater t-shirt
by Anonymous | reply 88 | December 25, 2021 4:07 AM |
I'm the swirling steps.
I'm the crash of ocean.
I'm the thoughts which rise up.
by Anonymous | reply 89 | December 25, 2021 4:29 AM |
I'm the immigrant neighbors with the couple fighting and a baby crying.
by Anonymous | reply 90 | December 25, 2021 4:57 AM |
I'm the black shadows which disappeared when Technicolor became available.
by Anonymous | reply 91 | December 25, 2021 4:58 AM |
I’m M, the movie from 1931.
by Anonymous | reply 92 | December 25, 2021 5:07 AM |
I talk like this, see?
by Anonymous | reply 93 | December 25, 2021 7:36 AM |
I’m the right hook landed in the femme fatale’s kisser. The dame had it coming to her.
by Anonymous | reply 94 | December 25, 2021 8:30 AM |
I am the bridges, the river banks, and the tunnels.
by Anonymous | reply 95 | December 25, 2021 8:37 AM |
I'm the racket you're about to unwittingly get yourself into.
by Anonymous | reply 96 | December 25, 2021 11:17 AM |
I'm the term Gunsel.
The Hayes Commission clearly didn't know what I really meant and apparently nobody ever told them as other gunsels were introduced into films over the years.
We got that over on them good.
by Anonymous | reply 97 | December 25, 2021 1:35 PM |
I'm the shirt collar with lipstick stains.
by Anonymous | reply 98 | December 25, 2021 1:56 PM |
I'm the cop jeeringly called "Flatfoot" at least once in the script.
by Anonymous | reply 99 | December 25, 2021 1:56 PM |
I'm the big neon sign blinking on and off across the street from the sleazy bed-sit where the perp is holed up.
Or, alternatively, the sleazy bed-sit where the wrongly accused man is holed up whilst on the lam.
by Anonymous | reply 100 | December 25, 2021 1:57 PM |
I'm the smart-arse younger sister who knows something she shouldn't and is in mortal danger but doesn't know it.
by Anonymous | reply 101 | December 25, 2021 1:58 PM |
R74 - And I'm Jane Greer and Mitchum of all men should have known better than to play the sap for me.
by Anonymous | reply 102 | December 25, 2021 2:13 PM |
I'm Jose, the Soda Jerk. I didn't see nothing and I didn't hear nothing.
by Anonymous | reply 103 | December 25, 2021 2:46 PM |
I'm the voice over narration.
by Anonymous | reply 104 | December 25, 2021 4:49 PM |
I'm Poverty Row
by Anonymous | reply 105 | December 25, 2021 7:07 PM |
I'm the subservient Black character with only cringingly racist lines. I'm also played by a white actor.
by Anonymous | reply 106 | December 25, 2021 7:49 PM |
R106–how come you didn’t capitalize white?
by Anonymous | reply 107 | December 25, 2021 7:52 PM |
I'm a bright sunny day. Why don't I get casted in these films?
by Anonymous | reply 108 | December 25, 2021 7:53 PM |
I'm the gutter-mouthed broad.
by Anonymous | reply 109 | December 25, 2021 8:05 PM |
I'm dialogue a la "Look, Baby, no dame ever lied to me and got away with it!"
by Anonymous | reply 110 | December 25, 2021 8:07 PM |
I am all the passionate kissing then fadeout scenes meant to imply sex.
by Anonymous | reply 111 | December 25, 2021 8:10 PM |
I'm the sneer on the face of Barb Stanwyck.
by Anonymous | reply 112 | December 25, 2021 9:14 PM |
I'm the LA Private Eye with the suspiciously east coast accent.
by Anonymous | reply 113 | December 25, 2021 9:20 PM |
I'm the softcore porn scenes and convoluted plot twists.
by Anonymous | reply 114 | December 25, 2021 9:23 PM |
R113, I've been saying this for years. So many films that take place in LA and San Fran are riddled with characters with NY accents. New Yorkers truly run the world.
by Anonymous | reply 115 | December 25, 2021 9:27 PM |
I'm boxer shorts, which is like wearing nothing at all. My only purpose is to keep piss stains and skidmarks off your pants.
by Anonymous | reply 116 | December 25, 2021 9:41 PM |
I'm the absence of noir and shadows on a 1915 California film set.
by Anonymous | reply 117 | December 25, 2021 9:49 PM |
I'm the fishnet stockings.
by Anonymous | reply 118 | December 25, 2021 9:53 PM |
I'm the car at the bottom of a body of water.
by Anonymous | reply 119 | December 25, 2021 10:36 PM |
I'm the [gay-coded] lecher.
by Anonymous | reply 120 | December 25, 2021 10:38 PM |
I'm the silhouettes.
by Anonymous | reply 121 | December 25, 2021 10:48 PM |
I'm the moody unaccompanied saxophone playing as the hard boiled detective looks over the fog shrouded streets
by Anonymous | reply 122 | December 25, 2021 10:53 PM |
I’m the sister AND the daughter *slap!*
by Anonymous | reply 123 | December 25, 2021 11:28 PM |
I'm the MacGuffin.
by Anonymous | reply 124 | December 26, 2021 1:40 AM |
I'm men's bellybuttons. I'm completely covered by their pants, even when they're shirtless, in swimwear, in a boxing ring, etc.
by Anonymous | reply 125 | December 26, 2021 1:50 AM |
I'm the trenchcoat.
Without me, there is no film noir.
by Anonymous | reply 126 | December 26, 2021 10:52 AM |
R126 Fuck you. What about ME?
by Anonymous | reply 127 | December 26, 2021 3:25 PM |
R127 We wouldn't be seen dead in one.
by Anonymous | reply 128 | December 26, 2021 8:59 PM |
I'm the over-stewed cup of black coffee in that highway diner called -> Eats (25 cents).
by Anonymous | reply 129 | December 26, 2021 9:16 PM |
I'm a two bit floozy. I'm probably played by Gloria Grahame, Jan Sterling, or Audrey Totter
by Anonymous | reply 130 | December 26, 2021 9:24 PM |
I'm the mistaken identity.
by Anonymous | reply 132 | December 26, 2021 10:50 PM |
I'm lipstick. I look black, but I'm dark red.
by Anonymous | reply 133 | December 26, 2021 10:52 PM |
I'm the one waiting for the end to this cheap masturbation.
And I'm the one waiting for the joys of Technicolor!
by Anonymous | reply 134 | December 26, 2021 10:56 PM |
I'm Earl Holliman as a "coded" gay character in The Big Combo
by Anonymous | reply 135 | December 26, 2021 10:56 PM |
R131 - All right, ya big mug, you won this one. But just wait . . .
R128
by Anonymous | reply 136 | December 26, 2021 11:41 PM |
I'm the three male leads in "Crossfire" . . .
Robert, Robert, and Robert.
by Anonymous | reply 137 | December 26, 2021 11:45 PM |
I'm John Garfield, and I had the most erotic role in the most erotic noir ever.
Me and Lana blew Mitchum and Greer out of the park.
by Anonymous | reply 138 | December 26, 2021 11:50 PM |
We're Raymond Borde and Étienne Chaumeton.
by Anonymous | reply 139 | December 26, 2021 11:53 PM |
I'm Ava Gardner - and let me tell you how Burt Lancaster's character really died in "The Killers" . . .
by Anonymous | reply 140 | December 26, 2021 11:54 PM |
[quote] I'm John Garfield, and I had the most erotic role…
And I'm the one looking for your navel. R116
by Anonymous | reply 141 | December 26, 2021 11:56 PM |
Hey, R141, we're talkin' class here.
That scene where Lana drops her lipstick and it rolls toward me and I pick it up and won't hand it to her . . . fuck that shit about what sorta shorts I'm wearin' . . .
You could fry eggs on the hot line between us.
by Anonymous | reply 142 | December 27, 2021 12:02 AM |
I'm the cab driver who knows a little too much.
by Anonymous | reply 143 | December 27, 2021 12:03 AM |
I'm the speed limit in this town, Mister.
by Anonymous | reply 144 | December 27, 2021 12:04 AM |
I am a gun. I am always inexplicably held at waist level.
by Anonymous | reply 145 | December 27, 2021 12:06 AM |
I'm the down-on-his-luck gambler.
by Anonymous | reply 146 | December 27, 2021 12:07 AM |
I am the twisted bisexual love triangle between Gilda, Johnny and George Macready that was 1000000x hotter than anything fuddy duddies Lana and John churned out.
by Anonymous | reply 147 | December 27, 2021 12:10 AM |
I'm the partner who was just dumb enough to follow Bridget O'Shaughnessy down an alley . . .
by Anonymous | reply 148 | December 27, 2021 12:11 AM |
R147 - sure, sure, sure
by Anonymous | reply 150 | December 27, 2021 12:13 AM |
I'm the undershirt, and I do for the men what the black seamed stockings do for the women . . .
by Anonymous | reply 153 | December 27, 2021 12:19 AM |
I'm the sap who won't play the sap for you.
by Anonymous | reply 154 | December 27, 2021 12:24 AM |
I'm "Laura" - the most recognized film noir theme in history.
I was composed in in one weekend.
by Anonymous | reply 155 | December 27, 2021 12:29 AM |
I'm the sneer on Robert Ryan to match the sneer on Barbara Stanwick.
by Anonymous | reply 156 | December 27, 2021 12:29 AM |
I'm the 1948 Packard.
I'm sexier than Gardner, Greer, Stanwyck, Russel, Grahame, Hayworth, Bacall, and Scott rolled up together.
by Anonymous | reply 157 | December 27, 2021 12:38 AM |
I'm the good cop gone bad.
I'm the DA's kid brother.
by Anonymous | reply 158 | December 27, 2021 12:45 AM |
I'm the glowing box of radioactive isotopes.
by Anonymous | reply 159 | December 27, 2021 1:26 AM |
I'm the neurotic post-war American male.
by Anonymous | reply 160 | December 27, 2021 1:38 AM |
I'm the minor chord with a major seventh.
by Anonymous | reply 161 | December 27, 2021 1:40 AM |
I'm Raymond Burr and I always play the heavy.
by Anonymous | reply 162 | December 27, 2021 2:27 AM |
R162 I'm Annette Sutherland, Raymond Burr's fake dead wife.
by Anonymous | reply 163 | December 27, 2021 2:28 AM |
I'm the best damn video game inspired by this genre.
by Anonymous | reply 164 | December 27, 2021 2:38 AM |
I'm the penny scale shown in every city street scene.
by Anonymous | reply 165 | December 27, 2021 9:45 AM |
I'm the sound of approaching footsteps.
by Anonymous | reply 166 | December 27, 2021 3:11 PM |
I'm the telegram STOP
by Anonymous | reply 167 | December 27, 2021 7:26 PM |
I'm Wally Westmore. I'm the man that made that no-neck, low-tits trash from Brooklyn look good enough to kill for to Fred Macmurray, and in black and white!
by Anonymous | reply 168 | December 27, 2021 9:24 PM |
I'm the jade necklace.
God knows what I'd be worth today!
by Anonymous | reply 169 | December 27, 2021 9:27 PM |
I'm the creep who turned canary to the Feds. Spats Columbo took me out in that garage on Valentine's Day in Chicago.
by Anonymous | reply 170 | December 27, 2021 9:30 PM |
I'm Joey. I turned canary, too, for the Feds against the waterfront bosses. They threw me off a roof in Hoboken.
by Anonymous | reply 171 | December 27, 2021 9:32 PM |
I'm what a man's supposed to do when his partner is killed.
by Anonymous | reply 172 | December 27, 2021 9:33 PM |
I´m the "The" in the title
Maltese Falcon;Public Enemy;Lost Weekend;Naked City;Postman Always Rings Twice;Big Sleep,Asphalt Jungle,etc
by Anonymous | reply 173 | December 27, 2021 9:47 PM |
R173 - I'm the exception:
Crossfire
Angel Face
Kiss Me Deadly
Shadow of a Doubt
Murder My Sweet
Laura
Detour
Nightmare Alley
and, the standout:'
DOUBLE INDEMNITY
by Anonymous | reply 174 | December 27, 2021 11:47 PM |
I'm the actor that even Raymond Chandler thought was close to ideal for his hard boiled dick - and to think I used to sing ballads alongside Ruby Keeler . . .
Recognise me yet?
by Anonymous | reply 175 | December 27, 2021 11:50 PM |
Yes a hard boiled dick doesn't get tougher than Clarence Nordstrom
by Anonymous | reply 176 | December 27, 2021 11:58 PM |
I'm Jay C Flippen as a crypto gay character who is in love with Sterling Hayden in The Killing
by Anonymous | reply 177 | December 28, 2021 12:12 AM |
I’m the dressing table with a frilly skirt and perfume atomizers where the femme fatale applies lipstick and stares herself in the face, guilty as sin.
by Anonymous | reply 178 | December 28, 2021 12:26 AM |
I'm all that clunky Retro jewellery. Only Crawford could really carry me off with class. The others would drown if they fell overboard in some of those huge citrine brooches.
by Anonymous | reply 179 | December 28, 2021 12:33 AM |
I am the relatively new discipline of psychology that spellbinds noir writers all the way back to German child killers. SVU has a long parentage.
by Anonymous | reply 180 | December 28, 2021 12:34 AM |
I am Cool. I am neither good nor evil; I'm just a style, a philosophy. I shrug and look good even though I know life is meaningless. The French envy me, but can never be me.
by Anonymous | reply 181 | December 28, 2021 1:33 AM |
Wet streets, because they just photograph better at night (and it's always night).
by Anonymous | reply 182 | December 28, 2021 1:58 AM |
I’m the dark, seedy underbelly of Hollywood.
by Anonymous | reply 183 | December 28, 2021 4:41 AM |
I’m the dark, seedy underbelly of Sydney Greenstreet
by Anonymous | reply 184 | December 28, 2021 4:52 AM |
I’m the scrubby California undergrowth that lies beyond the fence of the Pacific Coast Highway. You’ll find one of the dead victims there at night, headlights flashing behind you.
by Anonymous | reply 185 | December 28, 2021 12:05 PM |
I'm the luxurious Art Deco flats that you would kill to live in that the hardened mistresses of the wealthy industrialists are given.
Boudoirs, dressing rooms, huge bathtubs . . . eat your heart out.
by Anonymous | reply 186 | December 28, 2021 7:04 PM |
I'm the sleek high heels all the women wear, from the PI's secretary to the wealthy widow. Every one is a size 4-1/2.
by Anonymous | reply 187 | December 28, 2021 7:06 PM |
I'm the flat rectangular clutch purses all the women carry. I bet you wonder what's inside.
by Anonymous | reply 188 | December 28, 2021 7:07 PM |
I'm the traffic free routes in Los Angeles County. I don't exist in real life.
by Anonymous | reply 189 | December 28, 2021 7:15 PM |
I'm the femme fatale's shopping spree.
by Anonymous | reply 190 | December 28, 2021 7:19 PM |
R189, I'll be the surprisingly huge number of available parking spots
by Anonymous | reply 191 | December 28, 2021 7:24 PM |
I'm the vicious face-slapping!
by Anonymous | reply 192 | December 28, 2021 8:16 PM |
I'm the cynic who thought 'The Big Combo' was no more than a cheap gangster show I'd see on TV.
We saw one of the supposed-gays shirtless and later one of them briefly touched the other.
by Anonymous | reply 193 | December 28, 2021 8:25 PM |
I'm the pre-Caryl Chessman world of American capital punishment, in which the guilty was tried, convicted, and executed all within the calendar year.
by Anonymous | reply 194 | December 28, 2021 8:28 PM |
R194, you're assuming everyone who was tried and found guilty was ACTUALLY guilty
by Anonymous | reply 195 | December 28, 2021 8:37 PM |
Actually, r195, I'm very anti-capital punishment. However, I was simply making an apt contribution to the thread ...
by Anonymous | reply 196 | December 28, 2021 8:39 PM |
I'm the person who assumes that judges and juries can know the truth of innocence and guilt.
by Anonymous | reply 197 | December 28, 2021 8:39 PM |
I'm r195/r197. I don't understand subtly or the art of "Let's Be" threads.
by Anonymous | reply 198 | December 28, 2021 8:40 PM |
I'm the double feature.
by Anonymous | reply 199 | December 28, 2021 9:44 PM |
The the eyeglasses without which Miss Smithers is beautiful.
I'm also the three glasses of bourbon she slams down to make the man paying her that compliment seem marginally fuckable.
by Anonymous | reply 200 | December 28, 2021 11:14 PM |
I'm the private sanatorium.
by Anonymous | reply 201 | December 29, 2021 12:37 AM |
I’m the screeching violins at the pivotal action sequence when our hero gets shot by the femme fatale.
by Anonymous | reply 202 | December 29, 2021 10:29 AM |
I’m the kerchief the next female victim wears when she’s in the PI’s office and begs for assistance. At the end of the movie she’s on her own, but the gal’s got moxie and succeeds in running away on dark wet streets from the culprit, and into the arms of the PI.
by Anonymous | reply 203 | December 29, 2021 11:57 AM |
I'm the gold powder compact with the initials engraved inside that proves the client isn't who she says she is.
Every woman used to carry one of me in her purse in those days.
by Anonymous | reply 204 | December 29, 2021 12:02 PM |
^*I am the male equivalent of same: the engraved gold cigarette lighter the lonely widow gave the cynical (and probably gay) gigolo.
by Anonymous | reply 205 | December 29, 2021 12:05 PM |
I'm mad about the boy.
by Anonymous | reply 206 | December 29, 2021 12:06 PM |
I'm a good cuppa Joe. At some point in the film every character will light a cigarette and reach for me but curiously nobody ever finishes me.
by Anonymous | reply 207 | December 29, 2021 12:11 PM |
I'm the old timey pronunciations of Los Angeles with a hard G and homicide that sounds like homocide.
by Anonymous | reply 208 | December 29, 2021 12:15 PM |
R208 I'm Bennett Cerf!
by Anonymous | reply 209 | December 29, 2021 4:46 PM |
I'm chiaroscuro.
by Anonymous | reply 211 | December 29, 2021 5:02 PM |
I'm the milkman. I know the score.
by Anonymous | reply 212 | December 29, 2021 8:46 PM |
I'm the director who put a lightbulb in the glass of milk.
by Anonymous | reply 213 | December 29, 2021 9:01 PM |
I'm the rope waiting for Angel's pretty little neck.
by Anonymous | reply 214 | December 29, 2021 9:12 PM |
^*misquote, perhaps? "That sweet neck of yours, Angel" ?
by Anonymous | reply 215 | December 29, 2021 9:25 PM |
I'm dead .... on arrival.
by Anonymous | reply 216 | December 29, 2021 11:37 PM |
I'm the deathbed confession.
by Anonymous | reply 217 | December 30, 2021 4:18 PM |
I’m the tough as nails waitress who knows the score, how ya like your eggs hon?
by Anonymous | reply 218 | December 30, 2021 5:44 PM |
I'm the burning car at the bottom of the ravine.
by Anonymous | reply 219 | December 30, 2021 7:17 PM |
I'm the trousers that are nowhere to be seen on any female in a decent film noir unless she's running a farm.
by Anonymous | reply 220 | December 30, 2021 7:18 PM |
I'm Adam and Eve on a raft. Wreck 'em!
by Anonymous | reply 221 | December 30, 2021 7:24 PM |
I'm the French adjective 'noir' adopted by appropriating Americans to make their stuff seem glamorous.
by Anonymous | reply 222 | December 31, 2021 1:52 AM |
r222, you do realize Les Films Noirs were categorized by French critics in 1946.
by Anonymous | reply 223 | December 31, 2021 2:11 AM |
I'm kept by Ann Treadwell.
by Anonymous | reply 224 | December 31, 2021 2:20 AM |
But I want to BE Laura
by Anonymous | reply 225 | December 31, 2021 2:24 AM |
I'm the dame who got a Fox fur off of Lt. Mark McPherson.
by Anonymous | reply 226 | December 31, 2021 2:29 AM |
I'm the pedant who insists that 'Laura' is Noir but 'Leave Her to Heaven' isn't.
One is monochrome; the other isn't.
by Anonymous | reply 227 | December 31, 2021 2:30 AM |
I’m Joan Crawford, wide eyed and hiding in the closet in terror.
by Anonymous | reply 228 | December 31, 2021 10:43 AM |
I'm "Tequila Sunrise", trying like hell to be an updated Technicolor noir and totally failing.
I'm also "Chinatown", which totally succeeded where "Tequila Sunrise" failed.
by Anonymous | reply 229 | December 31, 2021 11:54 AM |
Get in line, r225
by Anonymous | reply 230 | December 31, 2021 12:54 PM |
I'm R222, also known as "That dumb cunt".
by Anonymous | reply 231 | December 31, 2021 11:36 PM |
I'm the loosened plank on the back stairs to try to get rid of the relative who's figured it out.
by Anonymous | reply 233 | January 1, 2022 12:58 PM |
I'm the real shocker: the cup of joe and generous slice of apple pie you got for a quarter at the counter.
by Anonymous | reply 234 | January 1, 2022 1:01 PM |
I'm the cute little corner Eyetalian restaurant where the private dick and the plucky but sweet heroine meet so she can tell him what she found out. Checked tablecloths, fat melting candles, wide wooden captain chairs, sawdust on the floor, and a bell over the door to announce arriving customers.
And, of course, a large picture window with cafe curtains fronting the street so the perp can spot them.
by Anonymous | reply 235 | January 1, 2022 1:07 PM |
I'm a jumping little juke joint.
by Anonymous | reply 236 | January 1, 2022 2:06 PM |
Right now I'm watching Too Late for Tears. Lizbeth Scot's character in this movie is the best.
by Anonymous | reply 238 | January 1, 2022 3:09 PM |
I'm Jessica Rabbit, the least likely femme fatale in film history.
by Anonymous | reply 239 | January 1, 2022 5:23 PM |
I just watched Christmas Holiday.
Even film noir cannot make Deanna Durbin interesting to me.
by Anonymous | reply 240 | January 1, 2022 5:40 PM |
I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way.
by Anonymous | reply 241 | January 1, 2022 8:37 PM |
I'm the Madonna-whore complex.
by Anonymous | reply 242 | January 2, 2022 12:41 AM |
I’m the car with the tampered with breaks. I’m speeding down a hill in San Francisco now with no way of stopping.
by Anonymous | reply 243 | January 2, 2022 8:54 AM |
I'm the gunshot wound to the arm of the detective or alternately the club to the head leaving him unconscious, The gun shot wound ever destroys critical bone leaving lifetime disability and the crack on the head merely results in a light restful nap. No need for Emergency hospitalization with blood transfusion and no need for cranial X rays to confirm the skull is not shattered and no MRI to inspect brain tissue still within the skull.
And next case her goes through it all again though maybe the different arm this time
It's called the Mannix Effect
by Anonymous | reply 244 | January 2, 2022 9:31 AM |
I'm the dirty double-crossing dame.
by Anonymous | reply 245 | January 2, 2022 11:56 PM |
I'm Lindsay Crouse, stealing a lighter.
by Anonymous | reply 246 | January 2, 2022 11:58 PM |
Great film, r246!
by Anonymous | reply 247 | January 3, 2022 12:10 AM |
Great film yes but not Noir since Lindsey wins in the end. I' don't think the rules of Noir permit a woman to win.
by Anonymous | reply 248 | January 3, 2022 12:18 AM |
R248, no one is truly allowed to win in the noir world.
by Anonymous | reply 249 | January 3, 2022 12:25 AM |
I'm the pot of hot coffee Lee Marvin throws in Gloria Graham's face.
by Anonymous | reply 250 | January 3, 2022 12:55 AM |
I am the allure of the canyons.
by Anonymous | reply 251 | January 3, 2022 4:32 AM |
[quote] Gloria Graham
I'm Gloria Grahame, the LA broad who took my Frenchified-Noir and murky sex-lusts to Shepperton Studios in foggy London.
by Anonymous | reply 252 | January 3, 2022 8:55 PM |
I always get he confused with Sheila Grahame.
by Anonymous | reply 253 | January 3, 2022 9:20 PM |
I'm SheilaH Graham and a conniving, chronic liar.
by Anonymous | reply 254 | January 3, 2022 9:22 PM |
R254, you confused me even further.
I meant VIRGINIA Graham.
Now THERE was a Datalounger in the making!
by Anonymous | reply 255 | January 3, 2022 9:26 PM |
I'm the montage of newspaper headlines used to advance the narrative.
by Anonymous | reply 256 | January 6, 2022 4:56 PM |
I'm the cigarette girl in the divey nightclub owned by the mob boss. You know, in the fishnet stockings and short pre-Playboy bunny outfit? Talk to me. I overhear things.
by Anonymous | reply 257 | January 6, 2022 7:03 PM |
I'm an online inflation calculator, essential when watching any film noir.
by Anonymous | reply 258 | January 8, 2022 11:51 AM |
I'm Edward G. Robinson, falling for Joan Bennet across multiple films.
by Anonymous | reply 259 | January 8, 2022 9:54 PM |
I'm Joan Bennet, my character is as hard as my jawline.
by Anonymous | reply 260 | January 8, 2022 10:00 PM |
Really, R237? I'm Beverly Hills.
by Anonymous | reply 261 | January 8, 2022 11:41 PM |
Stealing from a previous “Let’s be a Film Noir” post, I’m the theremin.
by Anonymous | reply 262 | January 10, 2022 11:41 AM |
I'm The Hays Office, working overtime to tone down the source material. Those pulp novels are too racy!
by Anonymous | reply 263 | January 10, 2022 1:27 PM |
I'm the inevitable proposition. It's too good to pass up- I need the dough-re-mi.
by Anonymous | reply 264 | January 10, 2022 11:45 PM |
I'm the waves of the Pacific crashing onto the shore in the moonlight close to the beach house at where it will all end tragically before the dick and the cops get there.
by Anonymous | reply 265 | January 10, 2022 11:57 PM |
I'm the beachside cliffs along the Pacific Coast Highway. Every twenty or thirty feet there is a hole in the guardrail where you can look over and see the smoldering remains of a Studabaker that crashed through. Sometimes the car blew up in mid air for no obvious reason and sometimes it just tumbles down to the beach.. Mysteriously the driver was often a large human shaped stuffed doll.
by Anonymous | reply 266 | January 11, 2022 1:33 AM |
I killed Owen Taylor.
by Anonymous | reply 267 | January 12, 2022 8:31 PM |
I'm the pool of light from a streetlamp on an otherwise dark street illuminating a man smoking and leaning against the lamp, who's been shadowing the wrongly suspected hero everywhere.
by Anonymous | reply 268 | January 12, 2022 9:58 PM |
I’ll be the sad tomato. I got into a jam at my last joint but Johnny gave me a job to sing at his club. I’m alluring and sexy and you’ll want to get close to me. But I’m bad news.
by Anonymous | reply 269 | January 13, 2022 7:56 AM |
Also you won’t believe the voice that comes out of my mouth when I sing. It’s like another person completely.
by Anonymous | reply 270 | January 13, 2022 8:14 AM |
I'm telling you mister, R269 is a sob, sob sister.
by Anonymous | reply 271 | January 13, 2022 2:29 PM |
Directors believe in realism so I'm the professional marksman firing the the live ammunition at the talent. We hardly ever wounded any extras and certainly never killed a featured player.
It's not until you let actors play cowboy with the guns you begin to get dead actors and crew. Dumbasses like Alec Baldwin would never finish one day of work for Erich von Stroheim before being kikced off the set.
by Anonymous | reply 272 | January 13, 2022 3:55 PM |
I'm the dangling phone receiver after the heroine dropped me when they grabbed her. You can still hear the dick yelling. "Hello? Hello?!" before he rushes out to save her.
by Anonymous | reply 273 | January 13, 2022 3:55 PM |
I’m the heavy Bakelite phone receiver that the femme fatale drops as she’s grabbed. I’m heavy enough to dent the floor.
by Anonymous | reply 274 | January 13, 2022 5:34 PM |
I'm the telephone switchboard.
by Anonymous | reply 275 | January 13, 2022 5:37 PM |
I'm the window in the door to the private eye's office, getting repainted now that his partner bit the dust. This happens every year or so.
by Anonymous | reply 276 | January 13, 2022 5:43 PM |
I'm the chiffon negligee and mule slippers with the fluffy pom poms in which the social climbing bitch answers the door.
by Anonymous | reply 277 | January 13, 2022 7:43 PM |
I'm Diane Redfern. I answered the door in an outfit like that ^* that I borrowed from Laura's closet because she let me stay in the flat overnight, and now I'm dead.
by Anonymous | reply 278 | January 13, 2022 7:49 PM |
I'm tv's Phyllis, emerging suddenly in the headlights as I run down a lonely highway, out of breath and obviously terrified. I won't last more than another scene or two.
by Anonymous | reply 279 | January 13, 2022 7:54 PM |
I'm the homicide detective on the edge of retirement. I really want to solve this case so I can go out on a high note.
by Anonymous | reply 280 | January 15, 2022 1:55 PM |
I’m the subversive and suggestive dialogue designed to sneak innuendo past those idiotic censors.
by Anonymous | reply 281 | January 15, 2022 2:00 PM |
I'm the ceiling fan twirling in the detective's office. It's a very hot day, and he's sweating in spite of me trying my hardest.
by Anonymous | reply 282 | January 15, 2022 9:56 PM |
I'm the water color in the private dick's office. After the femme fatale hits him over the head, knocking him out, and flees, his homely secretary will splash cold water from me in his face in an attempt to revive him.
by Anonymous | reply 283 | January 15, 2022 10:12 PM |
^^^ cooler
by Anonymous | reply 284 | January 15, 2022 10:12 PM |
I'm the fadeout where it becomes clear that as attracted as they are to each other, the dick has to go back to being a hardboiled loner in a wrinkled trenchcoat, and the plucky heroine has to go find a nice solid guy to marry and settle down with.
by Anonymous | reply 285 | January 17, 2022 4:15 PM |
We're the crooked stocking seams, rumpled dress, and disheveled hair of the femme fatale after a night of heavy drinking.
by Anonymous | reply 286 | January 17, 2022 8:43 PM |
I'm the good girl gone bad. I know there's no way back for me - but in the last fusillade of gunshots I throw myself in front of the dick, thus redeeming my fall from grace and sticking it to the mob boss who ruined me when I was sixteen.
You notice they never call those po-faced virgins "a good egg".
by Anonymous | reply 287 | January 19, 2022 7:27 PM |
I'm the key detail the murderer overlooked.
by Anonymous | reply 288 | October 23, 2022 5:09 PM |
I'm the tracks. Most of the characters in the movie grew up on the wrong side of me.
by Anonymous | reply 289 | October 23, 2022 7:25 PM |
I'm guys named Frank, Joe, Charlie and Mack.
by Anonymous | reply 290 | June 25, 2023 1:21 AM |
I'm the blinds duster.
I dust the widow blinds.
by Anonymous | reply 291 | June 25, 2023 1:24 AM |
I'm the dark side of postwar materialism.
by Anonymous | reply 292 | June 26, 2023 8:06 PM |
I'm a big, easy score! What could go wrong?
by Anonymous | reply 293 | June 27, 2023 2:51 AM |
I'm a jazz club. The femme fatale is often found singing in one.
by Anonymous | reply 294 | June 28, 2023 10:58 PM |
I'm a tomato, a dame, a broad...
by Anonymous | reply 295 | June 29, 2023 10:55 PM |
I'm a copper.
by Anonymous | reply 296 | June 30, 2023 8:27 PM |