Posts Tagged ‘Film Noir’
This adaptation of the Raymond Chandler novel ‘Farewell, My Lovely’, renamed for the American market to prevent filmgoers mistaking it for a musical (for which Powell was already famous) has private eye Philip Marlowe hired by Moose Malloy, a petty crook just out of prison after a seven year stretch, to look for his former girlfriend, Velma, who has not been seen for the last six years. The case is tougher than Marlowe expected as his initially promising enquiries lead to a complex web of deceit involving murder, bribery, perjury and theft, and where no one’s motivation is obvious, least of all Marlowe’s.
I watched this movie last week. I had no expectations going in, and thought it was great. Looking back on it I’d probably give it 3 out of 4 stars, but that’s not fair. It was 4 star the night I watched it. There’s a good review at DVD Beaver. Oh, and Raymond Chandler wrote the screenplay. There’s a great supporting cast too!
I love Film Noir. My favorite all-time movie is The Maltese Falcon. I remember, once upon a time, that I thought there was only a handful of movies made in the Film Noir style. Boy, was I wrong. Now I’ve likely have seen more than 50 different titles and realize there are many, many more.
Today, I’ve posted one of the really good ones; hell, a great one. If you haven’t watched this movie before, do yourself a favor and check it out. It moves along with tremendous pacing.
Here’s the description from Internet Archive:
D.O.A. (1950) is a film noir drama film directed by Rudolph Maté, considered a classic of the stylistic genre. The frantically-paced plot revolves around a doomed man’s quest to find out who has poisoned him – and why – before he dies. The film begins with a scene called “perhaps one of cinema’s most innovative opening sequences” by a BBC reviewer. The scene is a long, behind-the-back tracking sequence featuring Frank Bigelow (O’Brien) walking through a hallway into a police station to report a murder: his own. Disconcertingly, the police almost seem to have been expecting him and already know who he is.
(via Internet Archive)