What do you get when you mix a gaggle of expatriate Austro-Germanic cineasts with a gang of American pulp novelists writing about flawed men and conniving women, some Expressionist lighting to hide the fact they're on a two-bit soundstage, all in shades of gray in post-WWII Hollywood, California? Well, around here we call it **Film Noir.** Yeah, it's as defined as the morals of its characters, sure, but it's kinda like jazz or pornography, Junior...you'll know it when you see it. So, sit down and keep yer hands where I can see 'em and we'll talk about some of the greats, the losers and whatever else comes to mind while you're bleedin' out and she's spendin' all that insurance money.
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Film Noir