If Mr. Malone and I ever get around to having kids, I'm totally naming our first born, "Noir."
Of course, if you read this post and then my earlier post about Adam and Noir K-I-S-S-I-N-G... well, it's creepy.
But, hey, I can think of worse future son-in-laws (are you cool with this if we have a son?).
"Boobsie is Tassle. Exotic dancer, exotic private investigator. Icy Stoli cranberry gives her the superhuman ability to project her voice to deadly decibel levels." -- StrayGatsby
This is the part I'm not telling Mr. Malone about. I can spring the name thing on him later...
"Boobsie is Tassle. Exotic dancer, exotic private investigator. Icy Stoli cranberry gives her the superhuman ability to project her voice to deadly decibel levels." -- StrayGatsby
Those of you bashing this film should go back and give it another look. This is seriously clever. Don't you guys remember what high school was like? That was the whole universe, there was nothing beyond it, nothing. The way the film utilizes these desolate sports fields and empty car parks, the way there is a kid of hazy fog beyond the immediate location, as if to suggest if you ventured beyond it you would fall off the edge of the world, its brilliant. Witness the complete lack of the adult beyond the most simple archtype; the mother and the principle.
Of course the dialogue is the way that it is. Its supposed to resonate against the mentaility of that age. A time in your life where even the smallest or most insignificant of things was blown up to an epic confrontation, a battle to be waged in the hallway or school cafateria. This is high school from the inside out, and it rings very true if you look at it in the correct light.
Frosties are just Cornflakes for people who can't face reality.
Those of you bashing this film should go back and give it another look. This is seriously clever. Don't you guys remember what high school was like? That was the whole universe, there was nothing beyond it, nothing. The way the film utilizes these desolate sports fields and empty car parks, the way there is a kid of hazy fog beyond the immediate location, as if to suggest if you ventured beyond it you would fall off the edge of the world, its brilliant. Witness the complete lack of the adult beyond the most simple archtype; the mother and the principle.
Of course the dialogue is the way that it is. Its supposed to resonate against the mentaility of that age. A time in your life where even the smallest or most insignificant of things was blown up to an epic confrontation, a battle to be waged in the hallway or school cafateria. This is high school from the inside out, and it rings very true if you look at it in the correct light.
I just finished reading the script -- it was a tough read, quite confusing, but that is not to degenerate the material, it's just very hazy if you are not clued in film noir beyond the usual. I found the language a barrier, which noir books can give me a better understanding of this language?
Now I need to see the film and then re-read the script.
"What's worse than being talked about? Not being talked about."
I finally saw Brick a week or two ago, and personally I thought it was great. Yeah, the dialog was a bit tricky for me to get, but the overall tone of the film was definately Noir. It worked on a lot of levels for me.
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