Cue the smoky jazz horn. Bring on the sultry dames. Dole out the fedoras. Enter the lone detective hero, trailed by soporific voice-over. The setting may be Los Angeles in 1947, but we’re really in Neo-Noirland, one lazy little town located near the intersection of Sunset Boulevard and Scarlet Street. Instead of The Black Dahlia, director Brian De Palma, should have called this sleazy murder mystery The ...
