I wasn’t looking for too much in The Black Dahlia. But I forgot how much I like hard-boiled detective stories no matter what the plot, characters, or whatever. While there’s plenty of film noir leitmotifs in films now-a-days, there’s not that many that happen in the 30’s and 40’s.
Along those lines, there’s a fun spattering of hard-boiled words in the first half of the movie, and then they seem to drop out. Either that, or you just used to ‘em.
The movie itself? Well, sure, it’s just fine, esp. for a book-to-movie. I haven’t read the book, but book-to-movies usually suck after getting 300+ pages crammed into 90 minutes. In fact, this movie manages to jam about 3 plot-lines into itself without getting too tired.
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