Saturday, 3 December 2016

Jon Voight


Odessa File


Runaway Train
Pride and Glory
Enemy of the State

The Big Con

The clip-joints are filled every night with marks who crave the tat, said one con man. If you gave one of  them an even break it would spoil his evening.
The Big Con
David Maurer

Friday, 2 December 2016

Strangers in a Car

You don't know where you're goin'
You don't know what you're doin'
Hell it might be the highway to heaven
And it might be the road to ruin
But this is a song
For strangers in a car
Baby maybe that's all
We really are
Strangers in a Car
Marc Cohn

reblogged via Filmsnoir.net

Cas Oorthuys

Thursday, 1 December 2016

James Doolin


More Like Ornaments

              There's nothing fragile about this one. That ain't a fragile nose or mouth or chin, and yet it's female, more female than them fragile-pretty types who look more like ornaments than girls.

David Goodis
Shoot the Piano Player

Ida Lupino

Wednesday, 30 November 2016

People in Trouble

      Film Noir has a mood that everybody can feel. It's people in trouble, at night, with a little bit of wind, and the right kind of music. It's a beautiful thing.
 David Lynch
Anthony Barboza

Monday, 28 November 2016

Cry of Noir ............... 17

Blast of Silence
Blood Simple

Leaving Las Vegas

The Missing Person

Requiem for a Heavyweight
Wild at Heart
The Man Who Wasn't There
some images reblogged
via Noirsville.com

Sunday, 27 November 2016

Thy Gold

                                      There is thy gold , worse poison to men's souls
                                      Doing more murder in this loathsome world

Romeo & Juliet
William Shakespeare

Friday, 25 November 2016

Tom Hardy

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy


The Drop


Wednesday, 23 November 2016

The Other Side

Life begins on the other side of despair.

Jean Paul Sartre

Bakersfield city limits 1940

Monday, 21 November 2016

Friday, 18 November 2016

They Got Tight ......

                  ........While the drummer and the bass fiddler made shock waves on the roof Bolling raised his voice and began to belt it out. About how he followed her up and down and around, and underground, up Russian Hill and Nob Hill and Telegraph Hill and across the Bay Bridge and back by way of the Oakland ferry. So he found the Sphinx on Market Street cadging drinks and they got tight and they danced on the golden asphalt of delight.

Ross MacDonald
The Galton Case