There is something mesmerizing - almost addictive - about the classic film noirs of the 1940s and '50s, with their darkened, rain-drenched streets and narrow alleys inhabited by anti-heroes sporting well-worn raincoats and crushed fedoras.
These men held their secrets close to the vest. And their hearts on their sleeves. The women they encountered were labeled dames. Far from shrinking, demure violets, these tough-minded beauties could hold their own, wrapping the men around their little fingers and causing their moral downfall or death.
A major influence on filmmakers over the decades,... read more