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Let's be film noir

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.

by Anonymousreply 287January 19, 2022 7:27 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 Anonymousreply 1December 24, 2021 3:13 PM

I'm the black-and-white film stock.

by Anonymousreply 2December 24, 2021 3:27 PM

I'm the rain and fog. So much rain and fog.

by Anonymousreply 3December 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 Anonymousreply 4December 24, 2021 3:38 PM

I've the over-orchestration.

by Anonymousreply 5December 24, 2021 5:20 PM

I'm the pearl-handled pistol in the gloved hand of a woman.

by Anonymousreply 6December 24, 2021 6:38 PM

I'm the French director. Actually, I just have a name that sounds French, and that's enough.

by Anonymousreply 7December 24, 2021 6:44 PM

I'm the disappearing small art cinema where these films were once shown.

by Anonymousreply 8December 24, 2021 6:45 PM

I'm Fate. No one, but no one, escapes me.

by Anonymousreply 9December 24, 2021 6:47 PM

I’m a bag of money, thrown out of a moving vehicle.

by Anonymousreply 10December 24, 2021 6:49 PM

I'm Crestview 20535

by Anonymousreply 11December 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 Anonymousreply 12December 24, 2021 6:51 PM

I'm the fedora(s).

by Anonymousreply 13December 24, 2021 9:44 PM

I'm the lung and throat cancer caused from so many onscreen cigarettes.

by Anonymousreply 14December 24, 2021 9:47 PM

I’m the end.

by Anonymousreply 15December 24, 2021 9:47 PM

R15 for the win!

by Anonymousreply 16December 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 Anonymousreply 17December 24, 2021 10:09 PM

I'm a vertical neon sign, blinking an ironic word over and over and over...




by Anonymousreply 18December 24, 2021 10:10 PM

I'm spike-heeled mules with powder-puff pom-poms on them.

by Anonymousreply 19December 24, 2021 10:11 PM

I'm Elisha Cook Jr, as the sidekick or villain!

by Anonymousreply 20December 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 Anonymousreply 21December 24, 2021 10:13 PM

I'm the glow-in-the-dark complexions.

by Anonymousreply 22December 24, 2021 10:14 PM

I’m the cigarette smoke. I swirl.

by Anonymousreply 23December 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 Anonymousreply 24December 24, 2021 10:15 PM

I am murder, my sweet.

by Anonymousreply 25December 24, 2021 10:16 PM

Oh yeah? Well I am drop dead, my lovely!

by Anonymousreply 26December 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 Anonymousreply 27December 24, 2021 10:17 PM

I’m watching the detectives.

by Anonymousreply 28December 24, 2021 10:18 PM

I'm a straight whiskey to go with the gay subtext.

by Anonymousreply 29December 24, 2021 10:19 PM

I'm unspoken lipstick lesbianism.

by Anonymousreply 30December 24, 2021 10:20 PM

I’m the blobfish. I snuck right up on him, leaving nothing but slime.

by Anonymousreply 31December 24, 2021 10:22 PM

I'm a slinky single-story nightclub with a suggestive name.

by Anonymousreply 32December 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 Anonymousreply 33December 24, 2021 10:23 PM

I am.....The City.

by Anonymousreply 34December 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 Anonymousreply 35December 24, 2021 10:25 PM

(I'm spending Christmas alone this year. Thanks for the laughs, bitches!)

by Anonymousreply 36December 24, 2021 10:29 PM

I'm the black hat set at an angle with a half-face veil.

by Anonymousreply 37December 24, 2021 10:38 PM

I'm the stuff dreams are made of.

by Anonymousreply 38December 24, 2021 10:40 PM

I'm the shadow of the approaching killer.

by Anonymousreply 39December 24, 2021 10:41 PM

I'm satin peep-toe pumps.

by Anonymousreply 40December 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 Anonymousreply 41December 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 Anonymousreply 42December 24, 2021 10:56 PM

I'm the fluttering application of an expensive handkerchief to a pair of clearly dry eyes.

by Anonymousreply 43December 24, 2021 10:57 PM

I'm the sheer stockings with seams up the back.

by Anonymousreply 44December 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 Anonymousreply 45December 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 Anonymousreply 46December 24, 2021 11:02 PM

I'm the real Will in the hidden drawer of the antique secretary.

by Anonymousreply 47December 24, 2021 11:03 PM

I'm the heavy scent of perfume the Bad Girl wears.

by Anonymousreply 48December 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 Anonymousreply 49December 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 Anonymousreply 50December 24, 2021 11:07 PM

I'm the tinkling piano in the next apartment.

by Anonymousreply 51December 24, 2021 11:08 PM

I'm Velma.

by Anonymousreply 52December 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 Anonymousreply 53December 24, 2021 11:10 PM

I'm the less attractive, plucky & faithful best friend.

by Anonymousreply 54December 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 Anonymousreply 55December 24, 2021 11:16 PM

I'm a woman with a past.

by Anonymousreply 56December 24, 2021 11:20 PM

R56- Oh, nice one!

by Anonymousreply 57December 24, 2021 11:27 PM

R57 was meant for R55, lol. Sorry.

by Anonymousreply 58December 24, 2021 11:29 PM

I'm the phone that rings just as . . .

by Anonymousreply 59December 24, 2021 11:29 PM

The sound of the bell is . . . piercing

by Anonymousreply 60December 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 Anonymousreply 61December 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 Anonymousreply 62December 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 Anonymousreply 63December 24, 2021 11:55 PM

I'm batshit crazy Lawrence Tierney!

by Anonymousreply 64December 24, 2021 11:55 PM

I'm the cab driver who will be asked at least once to follow that car.

by Anonymousreply 65December 24, 2021 11:57 PM

I'm the life insurance policy. Nothing good can come from me.

by Anonymousreply 66December 25, 2021 12:00 AM

I'm the pencil used by the femme fatale to dial the rotary phone.

by Anonymousreply 67December 25, 2021 12:01 AM

I'm Lizabeth as the gal who is crazy for the hero yet still seems vaguely dykey

by Anonymousreply 68December 25, 2021 12:02 AM

R66- Does it contain a double indemnity benefit?

by Anonymousreply 69December 25, 2021 12:03 AM

Oops, that should be Lizabeth Scott

by Anonymousreply 70December 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 Anonymousreply 71December 25, 2021 12:09 AM

I'm the profession of most femme fatales -- "hostess." We all know it really meant "hooker."

by Anonymousreply 72December 25, 2021 12:10 AM

I'm Robert Mitchum, the darkly handsome hero/villain, lover/killer. I'm dangerous.

by Anonymousreply 73December 25, 2021 12:16 AM

I'm Robert Mitchum, the darkly handsome hero/villain, lover/killer. I'm dangerous.

by Anonymousreply 74December 25, 2021 12:16 AM

Sorry for the double post. DL is glitchy tonight.

by Anonymousreply 75December 25, 2021 12:18 AM

I'm the elevated train rumbling outside the window of the cheap hotel room.

by Anonymousreply 76December 25, 2021 12:19 AM

I'm the heroine. I'm a nightclub singer, the profession of 70% of noir heroines

by Anonymousreply 77December 25, 2021 12:22 AM

I'm "The Boulevard of Broken Dreams," r77's signature song.

by Anonymousreply 78December 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 Anonymousreply 79December 25, 2021 12:52 AM

I'm 1940s Los Angeles.

by Anonymousreply 80December 25, 2021 12:55 AM

The term " film noir" is racist and needs to be cancelled.

by Anonymousreply 81December 25, 2021 1:17 AM

Don't bring your mess into this thread R81

by Anonymousreply 82December 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 Anonymousreply 83December 25, 2021 2:53 AM

I'm the single room furnished with the phone down the hall and the cranky landlady.

by Anonymousreply 84December 25, 2021 3:23 AM

I'm your waitress, Flossie- what'll ya have, mack?

by Anonymousreply 85December 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 Anonymousreply 86December 25, 2021 3:49 AM

You can't have a proper film noir without me!

by Anonymousreply 87December 25, 2021 4:06 AM

I'm the wife beater t-shirt

by Anonymousreply 88December 25, 2021 4:07 AM

I'm the swirling steps.

I'm the crash of ocean.

I'm the thoughts which rise up.

by Anonymousreply 89December 25, 2021 4:29 AM

I'm the immigrant neighbors with the couple fighting and a baby crying.

by Anonymousreply 90December 25, 2021 4:57 AM

I'm the black shadows which disappeared when Technicolor became available.

by Anonymousreply 91December 25, 2021 4:58 AM

I’m M, the movie from 1931.

by Anonymousreply 92December 25, 2021 5:07 AM

I talk like this, see?

by Anonymousreply 93December 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 Anonymousreply 94December 25, 2021 8:30 AM

I am the bridges, the river banks, and the tunnels.

by Anonymousreply 95December 25, 2021 8:37 AM

I'm the racket you're about to unwittingly get yourself into.

by Anonymousreply 96December 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 Anonymousreply 97December 25, 2021 1:35 PM

I'm the shirt collar with lipstick stains.

by Anonymousreply 98December 25, 2021 1:56 PM

I'm the cop jeeringly called "Flatfoot" at least once in the script.

by Anonymousreply 99December 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 Anonymousreply 100December 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 Anonymousreply 101December 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 Anonymousreply 102December 25, 2021 2:13 PM

I'm Jose, the Soda Jerk. I didn't see nothing and I didn't hear nothing.

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by Anonymousreply 103December 25, 2021 2:46 PM

I'm the voice over narration.

by Anonymousreply 104December 25, 2021 4:49 PM

I'm Poverty Row

by Anonymousreply 105December 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 Anonymousreply 106December 25, 2021 7:49 PM

R106–how come you didn’t capitalize white?

by Anonymousreply 107December 25, 2021 7:52 PM

I'm a bright sunny day. Why don't I get casted in these films?

by Anonymousreply 108December 25, 2021 7:53 PM

I'm the gutter-mouthed broad.

by Anonymousreply 109December 25, 2021 8:05 PM

I'm dialogue a la "Look, Baby, no dame ever lied to me and got away with it!"

by Anonymousreply 110December 25, 2021 8:07 PM

I am all the passionate kissing then fadeout scenes meant to imply sex.

by Anonymousreply 111December 25, 2021 8:10 PM

I'm the sneer on the face of Barb Stanwyck.

by Anonymousreply 112December 25, 2021 9:14 PM

I'm the LA Private Eye with the suspiciously east coast accent.

by Anonymousreply 113December 25, 2021 9:20 PM

I'm the softcore porn scenes and convoluted plot twists.

by Anonymousreply 114December 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 Anonymousreply 115December 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.

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by Anonymousreply 116December 25, 2021 9:41 PM

I'm the absence of noir and shadows on a 1915 California film set.

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by Anonymousreply 117December 25, 2021 9:49 PM

I'm the fishnet stockings.

by Anonymousreply 118December 25, 2021 9:53 PM

I'm the car at the bottom of a body of water.

by Anonymousreply 119December 25, 2021 10:36 PM

I'm the [gay-coded] lecher.

by Anonymousreply 120December 25, 2021 10:38 PM

I'm the silhouettes.

by Anonymousreply 121December 25, 2021 10:48 PM

I'm the moody unaccompanied saxophone playing as the hard boiled detective looks over the fog shrouded streets

by Anonymousreply 122December 25, 2021 10:53 PM

I’m the sister AND the daughter *slap!*

by Anonymousreply 123December 25, 2021 11:28 PM

I'm the MacGuffin.

by Anonymousreply 124December 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 Anonymousreply 125December 26, 2021 1:50 AM

I'm the trenchcoat.

Without me, there is no film noir.

by Anonymousreply 126December 26, 2021 10:52 AM

R126 Fuck you. What about ME?

by Anonymousreply 127December 26, 2021 3:25 PM

R127 We wouldn't be seen dead in one.

by Anonymousreply 128December 26, 2021 8:59 PM

I'm the over-stewed cup of black coffee in that highway diner called -> Eats (25 cents).

by Anonymousreply 129December 26, 2021 9:16 PM

I'm a two bit floozy. I'm probably played by Gloria Grahame, Jan Sterling, or Audrey Totter

by Anonymousreply 130December 26, 2021 9:24 PM

R128 Hmm...

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by Anonymousreply 131December 26, 2021 9:38 PM

I'm the mistaken identity.

by Anonymousreply 132December 26, 2021 10:50 PM

I'm lipstick. I look black, but I'm dark red.

by Anonymousreply 133December 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 Anonymousreply 134December 26, 2021 10:56 PM

I'm Earl Holliman as a "coded" gay character in The Big Combo

by Anonymousreply 135December 26, 2021 10:56 PM

R131 - All right, ya big mug, you won this one. But just wait . . .


by Anonymousreply 136December 26, 2021 11:41 PM

I'm the three male leads in "Crossfire" . . .

Robert, Robert, and Robert.

by Anonymousreply 137December 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 Anonymousreply 138December 26, 2021 11:50 PM

We're Raymond Borde and Étienne Chaumeton.

by Anonymousreply 139December 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 Anonymousreply 140December 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 Anonymousreply 141December 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 Anonymousreply 142December 27, 2021 12:02 AM

I'm the cab driver who knows a little too much.

by Anonymousreply 143December 27, 2021 12:03 AM

I'm the speed limit in this town, Mister.

by Anonymousreply 144December 27, 2021 12:04 AM

I am a gun. I am always inexplicably held at waist level.

by Anonymousreply 145December 27, 2021 12:06 AM

I'm the down-on-his-luck gambler.

by Anonymousreply 146December 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 Anonymousreply 147December 27, 2021 12:10 AM

I'm the partner who was just dumb enough to follow Bridget O'Shaughnessy down an alley . . .

by Anonymousreply 148December 27, 2021 12:11 AM

#135, I'll have to check that film out.

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by Anonymousreply 149December 27, 2021 12:11 AM

R147 - sure, sure, sure

by Anonymousreply 150December 27, 2021 12:13 AM

Trying this again - ah, there it is.

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by Anonymousreply 151December 27, 2021 12:15 AM

I'm DL fave Vivian Vance!

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by Anonymousreply 152December 27, 2021 12:17 AM

I'm the undershirt, and I do for the men what the black seamed stockings do for the women . . .

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by Anonymousreply 153December 27, 2021 12:19 AM

I'm the sap who won't play the sap for you.

by Anonymousreply 154December 27, 2021 12:24 AM

I'm "Laura" - the most recognized film noir theme in history.

I was composed in in one weekend.

by Anonymousreply 155December 27, 2021 12:29 AM

I'm the sneer on Robert Ryan to match the sneer on Barbara Stanwick.

by Anonymousreply 156December 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 Anonymousreply 157December 27, 2021 12:38 AM

I'm the good cop gone bad.

I'm the DA's kid brother.

by Anonymousreply 158December 27, 2021 12:45 AM

I'm the glowing box of radioactive isotopes.

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by Anonymousreply 159December 27, 2021 1:26 AM

I'm the neurotic post-war American male.

by Anonymousreply 160December 27, 2021 1:38 AM

I'm the minor chord with a major seventh.

by Anonymousreply 161December 27, 2021 1:40 AM

I'm Raymond Burr and I always play the heavy.

by Anonymousreply 162December 27, 2021 2:27 AM

R162 I'm Annette Sutherland, Raymond Burr's fake dead wife.

by Anonymousreply 163December 27, 2021 2:28 AM

I'm the best damn video game inspired by this genre.

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by Anonymousreply 164December 27, 2021 2:38 AM

I'm the penny scale shown in every city street scene.

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by Anonymousreply 165December 27, 2021 9:45 AM

I'm the sound of approaching footsteps.

by Anonymousreply 166December 27, 2021 3:11 PM

I'm the telegram STOP

by Anonymousreply 167December 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 Anonymousreply 168December 27, 2021 9:24 PM

I'm the jade necklace.

God knows what I'd be worth today!

by Anonymousreply 169December 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 Anonymousreply 170December 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 Anonymousreply 171December 27, 2021 9:32 PM

I'm what a man's supposed to do when his partner is killed.

by Anonymousreply 172December 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 Anonymousreply 173December 27, 2021 9:47 PM

R173 - I'm the exception:


Angel Face

Kiss Me Deadly

Shadow of a Doubt

Murder My Sweet



Nightmare Alley

and, the standout:'


by Anonymousreply 174December 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 Anonymousreply 175December 27, 2021 11:50 PM

Yes a hard boiled dick doesn't get tougher than Clarence Nordstrom

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by Anonymousreply 176December 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 Anonymousreply 177December 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 Anonymousreply 178December 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 Anonymousreply 179December 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 Anonymousreply 180December 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 Anonymousreply 181December 28, 2021 1:33 AM

Wet streets, because they just photograph better at night (and it's always night).

by Anonymousreply 182December 28, 2021 1:58 AM

I’m the dark, seedy underbelly of Hollywood.

by Anonymousreply 183December 28, 2021 4:41 AM

I’m the dark, seedy underbelly of Sydney Greenstreet

by Anonymousreply 184December 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 Anonymousreply 185December 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 Anonymousreply 186December 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 Anonymousreply 187December 28, 2021 7:06 PM

I'm the flat rectangular clutch purses all the women carry. I bet you wonder what's inside.

by Anonymousreply 188December 28, 2021 7:07 PM

I'm the traffic free routes in Los Angeles County. I don't exist in real life.

by Anonymousreply 189December 28, 2021 7:15 PM

I'm the femme fatale's shopping spree.

by Anonymousreply 190December 28, 2021 7:19 PM

R189, I'll be the surprisingly huge number of available parking spots

by Anonymousreply 191December 28, 2021 7:24 PM

I'm the vicious face-slapping!

by Anonymousreply 192December 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 Anonymousreply 193December 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 Anonymousreply 194December 28, 2021 8:28 PM

R194, you're assuming everyone who was tried and found guilty was ACTUALLY guilty

by Anonymousreply 195December 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 Anonymousreply 196December 28, 2021 8:39 PM

I'm the person who assumes that judges and juries can know the truth of innocence and guilt.

by Anonymousreply 197December 28, 2021 8:39 PM

I'm r195/r197. I don't understand subtly or the art of "Let's Be" threads.

by Anonymousreply 198December 28, 2021 8:40 PM

I'm the double feature.

by Anonymousreply 199December 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 Anonymousreply 200December 28, 2021 11:14 PM

I'm the private sanatorium.

by Anonymousreply 201December 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 Anonymousreply 202December 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 Anonymousreply 203December 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 Anonymousreply 204December 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 Anonymousreply 205December 29, 2021 12:05 PM

I'm mad about the boy.

by Anonymousreply 206December 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.

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by Anonymousreply 207December 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 Anonymousreply 208December 29, 2021 12:15 PM

R208 I'm Bennett Cerf!

by Anonymousreply 209December 29, 2021 4:46 PM

I'm the subliminal spider web shadow.

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by Anonymousreply 210December 29, 2021 4:56 PM

I'm chiaroscuro.

by Anonymousreply 211December 29, 2021 5:02 PM

I'm the milkman. I know the score.

by Anonymousreply 212December 29, 2021 8:46 PM

I'm the director who put a lightbulb in the glass of milk.

by Anonymousreply 213December 29, 2021 9:01 PM

I'm the rope waiting for Angel's pretty little neck.

by Anonymousreply 214December 29, 2021 9:12 PM

^*misquote, perhaps? "That sweet neck of yours, Angel" ?

by Anonymousreply 215December 29, 2021 9:25 PM

I'm dead .... on arrival.

by Anonymousreply 216December 29, 2021 11:37 PM

I'm the deathbed confession.

by Anonymousreply 217December 30, 2021 4:18 PM

I’m the tough as nails waitress who knows the score, how ya like your eggs hon?

by Anonymousreply 218December 30, 2021 5:44 PM

I'm the burning car at the bottom of the ravine.

by Anonymousreply 219December 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 Anonymousreply 220December 30, 2021 7:18 PM

I'm Adam and Eve on a raft. Wreck 'em!

by Anonymousreply 221December 30, 2021 7:24 PM

I'm the French adjective 'noir' adopted by appropriating Americans to make their stuff seem glamorous.

by Anonymousreply 222December 31, 2021 1:52 AM

r222, you do realize Les Films Noirs were categorized by French critics in 1946.

by Anonymousreply 223December 31, 2021 2:11 AM

I'm kept by Ann Treadwell.

by Anonymousreply 224December 31, 2021 2:20 AM

But I want to BE Laura

by Anonymousreply 225December 31, 2021 2:24 AM

I'm the dame who got a Fox fur off of Lt. Mark McPherson.

by Anonymousreply 226December 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 Anonymousreply 227December 31, 2021 2:30 AM

I’m Joan Crawford, wide eyed and hiding in the closet in terror.

by Anonymousreply 228December 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 Anonymousreply 229December 31, 2021 11:54 AM

Get in line, r225

by Anonymousreply 230December 31, 2021 12:54 PM

I'm R222, also known as "That dumb cunt".

by Anonymousreply 231December 31, 2021 11:36 PM

I'm DL fave Deanna Durbin!

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by Anonymousreply 232January 1, 2022 11:12 AM

I'm the loosened plank on the back stairs to try to get rid of the relative who's figured it out.

by Anonymousreply 233January 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 Anonymousreply 234January 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 Anonymousreply 235January 1, 2022 1:07 PM

I'm a jumping little juke joint.

by Anonymousreply 236January 1, 2022 2:06 PM

I'm Bunker Hill.

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by Anonymousreply 237January 1, 2022 2:09 PM

Right now I'm watching Too Late for Tears. Lizbeth Scot's character in this movie is the best.

by Anonymousreply 238January 1, 2022 3:09 PM

I'm Jessica Rabbit, the least likely femme fatale in film history.

by Anonymousreply 239January 1, 2022 5:23 PM

I just watched Christmas Holiday.

Even film noir cannot make Deanna Durbin interesting to me.

by Anonymousreply 240January 1, 2022 5:40 PM

I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way.

by Anonymousreply 241January 1, 2022 8:37 PM

I'm the Madonna-whore complex.

by Anonymousreply 242January 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 Anonymousreply 243January 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 Anonymousreply 244January 2, 2022 9:31 AM

I'm the dirty double-crossing dame.

by Anonymousreply 245January 2, 2022 11:56 PM

I'm Lindsay Crouse, stealing a lighter.

by Anonymousreply 246January 2, 2022 11:58 PM

Great film, r246!

by Anonymousreply 247January 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 Anonymousreply 248January 3, 2022 12:18 AM

R248, no one is truly allowed to win in the noir world.

by Anonymousreply 249January 3, 2022 12:25 AM

I'm the pot of hot coffee Lee Marvin throws in Gloria Graham's face.

by Anonymousreply 250January 3, 2022 12:55 AM

I am the allure of the canyons.

by Anonymousreply 251January 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.

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by Anonymousreply 252January 3, 2022 8:55 PM

I always get he confused with Sheila Grahame.

by Anonymousreply 253January 3, 2022 9:20 PM

I'm SheilaH Graham and a conniving, chronic liar.

by Anonymousreply 254January 3, 2022 9:22 PM

R254, you confused me even further.

I meant VIRGINIA Graham.

Now THERE was a Datalounger in the making!

by Anonymousreply 255January 3, 2022 9:26 PM

I'm the montage of newspaper headlines used to advance the narrative.

by Anonymousreply 256January 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 Anonymousreply 257January 6, 2022 7:03 PM

I'm an online inflation calculator, essential when watching any film noir.

by Anonymousreply 258January 8, 2022 11:51 AM

I'm Edward G. Robinson, falling for Joan Bennet across multiple films.

by Anonymousreply 259January 8, 2022 9:54 PM

I'm Joan Bennet, my character is as hard as my jawline.

by Anonymousreply 260January 8, 2022 10:00 PM

Really, R237? I'm Beverly Hills.

by Anonymousreply 261January 8, 2022 11:41 PM

Stealing from a previous “Let’s be a Film Noir” post, I’m the theremin.

by Anonymousreply 262January 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 Anonymousreply 263January 10, 2022 1:27 PM

I'm the inevitable proposition. It's too good to pass up- I need the dough-re-mi.

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by Anonymousreply 264January 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 Anonymousreply 265January 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.

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by Anonymousreply 266January 11, 2022 1:33 AM

I killed Owen Taylor.

by Anonymousreply 267January 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 Anonymousreply 268January 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 Anonymousreply 269January 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 Anonymousreply 270January 13, 2022 8:14 AM

I'm telling you mister, R269 is a sob, sob sister.

by Anonymousreply 271January 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.

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by Anonymousreply 272January 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 Anonymousreply 273January 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 Anonymousreply 274January 13, 2022 5:34 PM

I'm the telephone switchboard.

by Anonymousreply 275January 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 Anonymousreply 276January 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 Anonymousreply 277January 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 Anonymousreply 278January 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 Anonymousreply 279January 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 Anonymousreply 280January 15, 2022 1:55 PM

I’m the subversive and suggestive dialogue designed to sneak innuendo past those idiotic censors.

by Anonymousreply 281January 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 Anonymousreply 282January 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 Anonymousreply 283January 15, 2022 10:12 PM

^^^ cooler

by Anonymousreply 284January 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 Anonymousreply 285January 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 Anonymousreply 286January 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 Anonymousreply 287January 19, 2022 7:27 PM
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