Fed Myself a Slug

                    I hung up and fed myself a slug of Old Forester to brace my nerves for the interview. As i was inhaling it i heard her steps tripping along the corridor.

Raymond Chandler
The Little Sister
1949

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Old Forester Bourbon

Sergio Larrain

self

Classic Fragments 19 - Cheap Baggage

                 
                                     That look in her eyes says it all.

Between Good and Evil

                   In any compromise between good and evil it is only evil that can profit.

Ayn Rand

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James Avati

Light Enters

                      Light enters the dingy rooms of Film Noir in such odd shapes - jagged trapezoids, obtuse triangles, vertical slits - that one suspects the windows were cut out with a pen knife. No character can speak authoritatively from a space which is being continually cut into ribbons of light.

Notes on Film Noir
Paul Schrader
1972

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Border Incident
1949

The Getaway Man

Nothing scared me that night. I was driving and they were chasing me. I felt that was how it should be.

The Getaway Man

Andrew Vachss

2003

Roger Deakins

No Country for Old Men

Fargo

Man Who Wasn't There

Barton Fink

In the Valley of Elah

Revolutionary Road

Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford

You Know I'm No Good

                                         I cheated myself
                                         Like i knew i would
                                         I told you i was trouble
                                         You know that i'm no good

You Know I'm No Good
(Winehouse)
Amy Winehouse
2006

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Aleksander Rodchenko
reblogged from Kvetchlandia

You Seek the Dark

               It's just some instinct old as fear ; you seek the dark when you hide, you seek the light when the need to hide is gone. All the animals have it too.

Cornell Woolrich
New York Blues

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Gordon Parks
Times Square 1957

Evil Noir

'Your future's all used up'- 

Tanya (Marlene Dietrich)

Touch of Evil
Orson Welles
1958

Truth and Lies

              There are only two things. Truth and lies. Truth is indivisible, hence it cannot recognize itself ; anyone who wants to recognize it has to be a lie.

Franz Kafka

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Iain Faulkner

Art Shay