Film Noir: Gangsters, Gun Molls & Gumshoes
Fritz19 on 07/29/2008
|You wake up, grouchy, groggy... "Whose room is this? Where am I? Is someone here? Oh-h-h... What'd I do, I didn’t mean to.... She was beautiful, I believed... trusted... was it all a lie? Couldn't have shot..... husband... could I? She loves me... said so, I didn’t mean to... did I?"|
Then it begins. Frantic, you search for clues in a cheap hotel room where lost love holds the key. You stumble through shadows, down back alleys, into a seedy bar where fortune always dances with danger. You ask, you beg, you demand that she talk: "You gin-soaked hussy, tell me! You know where she is!" Sluggishly, she looks at you, and cackles: "I don't make deals with dead men". Around every corner, behind every door, hidden eyes see your every move as the widow-maker sets a trap for the unsuspecting stranger.
Yep, that’s Film Noir. You want paranoia, delusion, alienation, desperation? You got it, but watch out! It's always the innocent bystander who gets hooked by the sexy predator. Then it's "Who do you trust?" Your choices: the hard-boiled private eye; maybe the drop-dead gorgeous dame; or the double-dealing crime boss; how about the greedy cop on the take? Clues are everywhere, but which are MacGuffins and which are red herrings? If you go any further, remember that happy endings and Film Noir don't usually mix.
Still, be my guest and have some fun. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did putting it together.
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