I’ve recently realized that watching film noir is weirdly relaxing for me. There’s something about the "process" of the genre—the shadows, the fatalism, the inevitable rain—that I just really respect. Finding a hidden gem like this that I’d never even heard of is a total win.
This isn't your typical rise-and-fall crime saga. Instead of seeing the climb, we meet a man already mid-plummet. It’s a claustrophobic, anxious experience where absolutely no one feels comfortable; every character is just scratching and clawing to eke out some kind of survivable existence in a world that feels rigged against them.
Also, I’ve clearly watched <i>It’s a Wonderful Life</i> way too many times because I recognized Nick the bartender immediately. Truly a unique find.
I’ve recently realized that watching film noir is weirdly relaxing for me. There’s something about the "process" of the genre—the shadows, the fatalism, the inevitable rain—that I just really respect. Finding a hidden gem like this that I’d never even heard of is a total win.
This isn't your typical rise-and-fall crime saga. Instead of seeing the climb, we meet a man already mid-plummet. It’s a claustrophobic, anxious experience where absolutely no one feels comfortable; every character is just scratching and clawing to eke out some kind of survivable existence in a world that feels rigged against them.
Also, I’ve clearly watched <i>It’s a Wonderful Life</i> way too many times because I recognized Nick the bartender immediately. Truly a unique find.
