1) The Maltese Falcon
And so it all began. This 1941
production is generally considered to have kickstarted the genre, combining
various elements of earlier cinema (such as German Expressionism) and popular
fiction (like the dime novel). The
Maltese Falcon blends these in iconic fashion.
Humphrey Bogart stars as Sam
Spade: the classic Noir actor playing the classic Noir character. That image that we all have
– of a mac-clad fedora’d PI, stalking the nocturnal cityscape in the rain,
pulling guns on low-lives and falling for dames – emanates from The Maltese Falcon. The grotesque Sydney Greenstreet and
the snivelling Peter Lorre support, bumbling both sides of the
blurred good-bad line. It created a template for the next decade and a half:
cynical private eye, devious femme
fatale, duplicitous career criminals and a whisky-soaked rambling
hardboiled plot. And a lot of smoking.
2) The Big Sleep
Howard Hawks, the stylish
master director behind a diverse string of Hollywood hits, brought Raymond
Chandler’s pulp masterpiece The Big Sleep
onto the big screen.
The plot is a convoluted mess,
with many elements not adding up. It boils down to a decrepit old man, so physically
broken that he has to derive all tobacco enjoyment from passive smoking, hiring
a detective to investigate his daughter’s blackmailing. Obviously, it’s a
little more complicated than this. Indeed, it is so complicated that an addled Hawks
himself had to ring Chandler to enquire about some details... Chandler was as
clueless. But this muddle reflects the mess that the characters are involved
in.
Humphrey Bogart predictably
turns out a masterful performance, but newcomer Lauren Bacall ensures that the
on-screen chemistry sizzled between the stars unforgettably. Think The Maltese Falcon, then double.
3) The Third Man
The Third Man stands out, partly, because it is European. An all-star cast and
production crew (Orson Welles, Joseph Cotton, Carol Reed, Graham Greene, David
Selznick) ensured that this was a hugely successful film, and is still considered
one of history’s greatest movies. The startling zither soundtrack, awkward
camera angles, and postwar Vienna setting have created a unique European take
on the classic Noir.
Cotton plays Holly Martins, a
puppy-like writer of cheap novelettes. He is promised a job by old buddy Harry
Lime (Welles), but on arrival in Vienna discovers Lime has been killed. Yes –
it’s a little more complicated than that. Nosey Martins enters a crash course
with the military police, who run the city, and racketeers, who do the same, as
well as treading a tragic path of unrequited love with Lime’s old flame, Anna (Alida
Valli).
The film’s brilliant
dialogue, mesmerizing acting and complex human interactions mean that The Third Man is more than
just 'fun': it is a heavyweight production and fantastic viewing. If for
nothing else, then watch for the famous last scene, which shows the making of a
cynical Noir protagonist out of the mould of an
optimistic American.
4) Double Indemnity
It is often Double Indemnity, and not The Big Sleep, which earns the
‘top Noir’ prize in such lists. Written by
pulp-master Raymond Chandler in a stupor (as a recovering alcoholic, Chandler
insisted that he be locked at home with a typewriter and a box of whisky to be able to do this job) and
directed by Billy Wilder, Double
Indemnity is told
characteristically for the genre through flashback.
A dying Walter Neff (Fred
MacMurray) narrates the doomed tale of his destruction at the hands of Barbara
Stanwyck’s Phyllis Dietrichson, the ultimate femme fatale. Her heart, we
eventually learn, is pure evil, although we guess it well before sucker Walter.
Stanwyck’s mesmerising performance ensures that it is the most iconic depiction
of a femme fatale. Also
featured is Edward G. Robinson as a sage-like godfather figure. His acting
pedigree in the genre is supported by appearances in Key Largo and Scarlet
Street.
5) Gilda
Another Noir that explores the femme fatale is Gilda,
only this time in a more sympathetic light. Instead of pure evil, Gilda (Rita
Hayworth) is as much of the victim as anyone, a rareity in Film Noir.
Glenn Ford is Johnny Farrell, a
two-bit loser of a gambler who ends up working for the enigmatic Ballin Mundson
(what kind of a name is that anyway?) played by George Macready. They do
nicely, Johnny running Ballin’s lucrative casino. But one day old Mundson
appears with a new wife, Gilda. She and Johnny used to know each other well,
but their relationship ended acrimoniously. Things heat up, and the makers
threw in some criminals for added zest.
Three immature adults arguing
in a casino might not sound all that great, but its exploration of the
vulnerabilities of Noir characters
is gripping and thought-provoking, and not what might be expected.
6) Pickup on South Street / Kiss
Me Deadly
Pickup on South Street’s tense opening scene shows pickpocket Skip McCoy using his
lightfingered ways to relieve a young woman of her belongings. Unfortunately
for Skip, a boastful egotist who lives in a shack with the Hudson River as a
fridge, the woman’s purse contained state secrets due to be smuggled from the
country. Thus, braggadocious Skip winds up in an international spying
conspiracy, and has to outwit both the cops and the criminal traitors. Whilst its
hallmarks are all typical Noir,
what makes Pickup on South St. interesting
is that it is a reflection of Cold War paranoia – a fear of subversion, foreign
powers and America’s inability to guard its secrets. On a more immediate level,
the broody jazz soundtrack and wiseguy cop-crook banter make Pickup on South Street a lightly
entertaining picture.
In
terms of plot, nothing about Kiss Me Deadly really stands out. Ralph
Meeker is PI Mike Hammer, a Noir staple a little less recognisable as
Sam Spade or Philip Marlowe. There are some cops (FBI this time), some girls,
and a whole lot of nocturnal anger. But what Kiss Me Deadly has is the
same as Pickup on South Street: a reflection of Cold War paranoia. This
time it’s nuclear annihilation. Hammer is looking for the great whatsit, a
MacGuffin which materialises as radionuclide stuff, stolen by gangsters. The
result isn’t pretty.
7) Out of the Past
If there is one depressed Noir male more weary and cynical than
Humphrey Bogart it’s Robert Mitchum. Mitchum, whose heavy eyelids alone mark
the tragedy of a thousand heartbreaks, plays PI Jeff Bailey, on a case of
double-crossing, theft and a femme fatale
– you know the score by now. There’s rain, there’s darkness, there’s shooting.
There’s a private dick in a mac and a wide-brimmed hat. Over the course of the
film, the layers are peeled back and we learn more about how Joe was wronged
and outwitted.
This is stereotypical stuff,
but, much like The Big Sleep, it is
classic stereotypical stuff. Mitchum’s laconic performance engenders real
sympathy from the viewer.
8) Sunset Boulevard
After a series of unfortunate
events, hack screenwriter Joe Gillis (William Holden) is hired by forgotten
silent star Norma Desmond (Gloria Swanson) to work on her triumphant return to
the screen. He is by no means a courageous fighter, more of a down-and-outer
(to quote Brando) trying to take advantage of an old bat. She is half mad,
deluded and suicidal – a worse situation, one might argue. Being a Noir, it doesn’t end well.
Swanson was herself a
successful actress in the pre-sound days, and as this was her most significant
post-‘20s hit, we can guess where she got her inspiration from. A similar
character is her butler, Max. He was once a prominent director and husband of Norma,
but gave that all up to care for the love of his life. Max is played by Erich von
Stroheim, an Austrian star and director from the silent era, now playing a
supporting role to survive. Other similar figures make appearances, like Cecile
B. DeMille and Buster Keaton. Art imitating life indeed.
As well as being a brilliant and gripping film, Sunset Blvd. is a stinging critique of the Hollywood system. Its superficial gloss and the madness it throws its forgotten rejects into seem real because, in all likelihood, they are. Listen for the famous ‘All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up!’.
As well as being a brilliant and gripping film, Sunset Blvd. is a stinging critique of the Hollywood system. Its superficial gloss and the madness it throws its forgotten rejects into seem real because, in all likelihood, they are. Listen for the famous ‘All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up!’.
9) In a Lonely Place
If you’ve seen other Bogart Noirs, such as the above or Key Largo, In a Lonely Place will be a pleasant surprise. A film which
showcases Bogart’s emotional depth as an actor like The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, this film centres on a relationship
breakdown and paranoia.
Another unlucky screenwriter falls
for Gloria Grahame’s (herself an experienced Noir star) Laurel in a whirlwind romance. Rather annoyingly, he is
simultaneously a suspect in a murder enquiry. How tedious! The stress of this
position works over his mind until he is a violent bully, convinced the world
is out to get him. He is cleared, but it is too late to salvage his
relationship.
One of Bogart’s finest
performances – a worthy rebuttal to any non-believers of this man’s immense
talent.
10) Touch of Evil
In 1958 Orson Welles produced
his finest attempt at a Noir.
So stylish and dark is this that Welles finished what The Maltese Falcon had started – it couldn’t be pushed
any further.
Welles uses his grotesque
obesity to good effect as an irredeemably corrupt cop, who frames shady characters
left, right and centre in a sleazy border town. Mexican gangsters vie for
control, bombing and murdering anyone they need to. However, Mexican detective
Vargas (Charlton Heston, who doesn’t look any more Hispanic than a kilt)
arrives at the works with a spanner. He is also trying to have a good start to
his recent marriage with Janet Leigh’s Susie – a veritable comedy of errors.
The camera angles of The Third Man are times ten, the madness
of Sunset Blvd. is revved up, and the
brutal sleaze of Double Indemnity is
put into overdrive. The writing is tight, the storyline comprehensible, and tragedy
tearjearking. A strong cast, featuring Marlene
Dietrich, also helps. And look out for the scene which resembles Psycho very strongly.
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