Noirvember – Day 9 (Last night I dreamt…”, Part 2)

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“The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea”.

Noirvember – Day 7 (Unpacking)

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They is much to unpack in Double Indemnity but, to begin, I will leave us with this still. Look at the produce on the shelves and notice their symmetry. Gaze on the signs with the emphasis on ‘please’. So polite, so good. Everything is in it’s place with every tin or bottle’s label facing the front. Highly stylised and organised. Notice the feet – both facing outwards- and the replication in body language. Everything is ordered, neat, and tidy. So perfect and chaos free. So alluringly deceptive.

Noirvember – Day 6 (Faces)

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One of my first memories is of Humphrey Bogart’s face. I’ve already spoken about this in one of my TCMFF posts, but my Dad’s wardrobe is plastered in black and white postcards and film stills of Bogart, Lauren Bacall and James Dean. I grew up with the assumption that every father did this, and that everybody knew these faces, these voices, these films. I was raised with the assumption that every child knew of The Maltese Falcon, and that every parent paid homage to Old Hollywood. I may not have studied film long-term, but I had the best education: my Film Noir schooling began at home.

Noirvember – Day 4 (Gloria)


It has been a long, exhausting week. I haven’t been feeling good and my energy is at an all time low. Trying to maintain my “I’m well, thanks” exterior has proved difficult, therefore I’m taking advantage of the long Noirevmber nights. Here I am, slumped in a chair, drink in hand, surrounded by the spirit of Norma Desmond.

Noirvember – Day 3 (Black Angel, 1946)

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In an apartment dripping with indulgence – crystal chandeliers, fur rugs, jewels and perfectly lined-up ornate perfume bottles – lies the dead body of singer Mavis Marlowe (Constance Dowling). An unfired gun lies nearby and an expensive broach has been purloined by the murder. Three men visited (or attempted to visit) the singer in her double monogrammed apartment that night: her alcoholic ex-husband/composer and pianist Martin Blair (Dan Duryea) who is determined to win her back, shifty nightclub owner Marko (Peter Lorre) and lover Kirk Bennett.

Blame instantly falls on Bennett, caught fleeing the scene moments after Marlowe’s death, killing the chanteuse before she could divulge their affair to his wife Catherine (June Vincent) in all of its scandalous glory  The Police are convinced that they have found their man – Bennet’s fingerprints are all over Miss Marlowe’s gun – yet Catherine is determined that her husband is innocent. Blair has an alibi, his drunken binge that evening ended with him locked into his apartment by his building’s clerk, which only leaves Marko. Posing as a musical act, ex-singer Catherine and Blair become regulars at Marko’s club, earning his trust and closing in on the safe, which may or may not, hold the only evidence that will spare Bennett’s life.

Lorre does not have to do much in Black Angel, a film based on the work of Cornell Woolrich, yet it is impossible to take your eyes off him when he is on screen. His character is far from wholesome yet there is likeability to him – who can resist those hang-dog eyes? He is perfectly cast as the nightclub owner whose hands are far from clean. Duryea makes a convincing drunk (no-one intoxication quite like Duryea), which is frequently heightened by flashbacks and hallucinations, the unsteady camera-work accurately conveying the nausea and queasy feeling that is common of imbibing too much strong alcohol.

There is no denying that the women in the film are superb: Dowling is on wonderfully bitchy form as the demanding Marlowe, bossing her assistant and ruling her narcissistic apartment like a true diva. Yet it is Vincent who the film belongs, her transformation from housewife in dowdy clothes (if that is even possible in a film noir) to stunning lounge singer with eyes as glittering as the missing broach. She could have played the role as a frantic, desperate wife, yet she is composed, in control and more than capable when pitted against Lorre.

Black Angel may be lesser known when viewed against Lorre’s formidable body of work, yet it is perfectly indulgent film noir.

 

*This is a modified, slightly tidier version of a post that appeared on my old website (silverembers.com) on 20 September 2014. I don’t use that site anymore, so please continue to follow me here instead! Thank you.

Noirvember – Day 2 (Fur Envy)

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Joan Crawford: Fur Goals

The time has come to dig out my winter coat. It’s a shortish, greeny-blue, faux-fur number and I have had it for five years. When it is cold I want to sleep wearing it, and I hate taking it off once indoors. It becomes second skin from November until March. Winter is a sartorially fun season – lots of layering, fabrics, accessories and jewels – and it’s easier to up the glamour stakes. My rules are: the fluffier, bigger, warmer and cosier the item the happier I feel. I love the Film Noir Femmes who enter a room dripping in fur and pearls and hats and carrying a muff (no sniggering at the back). Luxuriant, indulgent, decadent. In my head I resemble Joan Crawford in Mildred Pierce, but in reality I’m Jane Lane.

Noirvember – Day 1 (Intro)

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It’s that time of year again: the clocks have turned back, the nights are drawing in, and I resemble a walking mass of scarves. Halloween, All Souls, Los Dios Del Muertos, All Saints, Bonfire Night (personally not a fan of fireworks because of the cats) and Noirvember.

Yes, I spelled that right. Not November but Noirvember. For those new to the idea, Noirvember is the brainchild of Ms Marya Gates (film historian, blogger and social media genius for TCM and Filmstruck), and is now in it’s seventh year. It’s joyous: a month-long tweet-athon, blog-a-thon, talk-a-thon, watch-a-thon encompassing all things Film Noir. If you search the hashtag on twitter or Facebook – or even on wordpress – you will see how much the ‘event’ has taken off.

So, this year, instead of sporadically watching the films and occasionally tweeting about them, I have decided to join in. Everyday I will post something here to celebrate this most delicious of seasons. It may be a long piece of short, a review of a film, a photograph – or even an item of fashion – but I will engage with the hashtag and blog daily for the entire month.

I hope you enjoy this little foray. Welcome to the dark side…

 

* I decided to blog about #Noirvember this morning, at 8am, on a whim (impulsiveness is my forte). Therefore, this post is for yesterday. Please pop back for today’s post.