This is too good to run just once. And it’s Saturday. Movie night.
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Dark, rain-glistened streets. Ominous shadows hover in trash littered alleyways. Cats screech in the distance. Gunshots ring out and a body slumps into the gutter.
The world of film noir.
As a kid, these were the second show in an afternoon at the movies. The “B” movie. Always in black and white, less than 90 minutes. Featuring the nearly-stars such as Dana Andrews, Richard Conte, Linda Darnell, and Sterling Hayden.
The titles were straightforward. “Where The Sidewalk Ends”, “This Gun For Hire”, “Kiss of Death”, “The Street With No Name”, “The Narrow Margin,” and “The Killers” among other small films now considered film noir classics.
The people were familiar too. The P.I. (Private Eye). He usually had a five o’clock shadow, chain-smoked, drank cheap whiskey out of the bottle or a paper cup. He worked in a dingy second floor office. The client? Usually a husky voiced, chain-smoking, heavily made up siren out of the…
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We were only kids when we watched those movies. Nothing like a good murder on a Saturday afternoon.
Leslie
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A lovely murder is uplifting to depressed spirits.
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It’s not the murder in itself, it is the who, why and how of it. It was usually the least likely person who did it.
Leslie
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Correct, as usual, Leslie!
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Curiosity killed the cat – satisfaction brought it back.
Leslie
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Leslie, you’ve done it again!!!
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What? Brought the cat back?
Leslie
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Yep!!
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Chuckle
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