satisfaction and pain
melting fruits of disdain
Dmytryk comes running back to Noir Novel and im thankful.
This might not be as established or lurid as something like Murder My Sweet (the source material is obviously superior too) but Crossfire creates a more physical tension. the sinews in the neck like ribbons.
Deals with a great post-war discord among the allies, especially in this as looking back, with anti-semitism at home and the addiction to covering up soldiers action as being part of a moral echelon higher…
still right up there.
even 5 years later i still dont really want to reveal much of the plot because how muscular, tight and engrossing it is.
justifies paranoia as both an open guard and a lethal poison in society that can barely stand on its own two legs. lone gunmen stereotypes as cyphers for an investigation into what we've let occur.
even the film is consumed by the the dusty and velveteen darkness of night. You might aswell be…
hot pink late night phone calls on transparent phones. supermarket murals. queer dysfunction and TV hum-soaked confusion.
disillusioned gay teens wandering through a gen-x desolation posturing and fucking and over confidently stating The Facts. Ghosts of society left to die and be dead. being a teenager is hard enough, but being a queer teenage nihilist, left to wander art installations and industrial concerts and car parks and gas stations and shit jobs looking for love in Bush's Conservative America? fuck…