Let’s be a Hollywood Film Noir

I’m the good girl/bad girl dichotomy.

Making the wrong choice between them is gonna cost ya.

I'm the closeted gay actor playing a dame-hungry corrupt cop

I'm the shadow of the Venetian blinds, turning even the most mundane moment tense.

I'm the shoulder pads!

I'm the gun in a purse. And the bottle of gin.

I’m the stool pigeon. Don’t get too attached to my character.

I'm the mysterious light that illuminates the leading lady's face and follows her wherever she goes.

I’m the wig worn by Phyllis in Double Indemnity.

Someone didn’t like Barbara Stanwyck and I proved it.

I’m the MacGuffin. Can I have a small rodent or something, this picture is really dragging on ….

I'm the Poor Sap who takes the fall for the girl.

I’m the neon light illuminating the room in the flophouse.

I'm endless unfiltered cigarettes — being lighted, being crushed out, smoke exhaled, smoke swirling around a dimly lit room ...

I'm the stain on the third corpse's right trouser leg.

Ink.

I'm Phyllis Dietrichson's ratty blonde wig.

I’m pre-FLAVA Bacall, who knows how to whistle

I'm the estranged relative of of the mysterious dame who is tracked down by the detective. I don't want nothin' to do with this, ya hear me? The rest of us are good, honest people!

I'm Veda Pierce, getting slapped by my common waitress mother!

I'm the wet streets.

I'm Lee Marvin throwing hot coffee in Gloria Grahame's face

I'm Billy Bob Thornton, managing to look downright gorgeous in some shots of the Coen Bros.' The Man Who Wasn't There.

I'm the sociopathic babydoll little sister who sucks her thumb and gets men killed.

I'm the psychopath who pushes an innocent old lady in a wheelchair down a flight of stairs.

I’m the bathtub you put a board over to convert it to a kitchen table.

Im the postman.

I'm Phyllis's anklet.

I’m the French.

I am filthy, seedy Los Angeles.

No, not today, r27

The dark haired guy = good

The blond = bad and often borderline retarded. And violent.

I'm a trenchcoat.

Everyone always told me bogie was a big part of film nwar (the correct spelling dum-dum OP!!!), but I just don’t see it.

I’m a silk robe, worn for maximum seductress effect and slyly flouting censors

I'm the mink coat that the femme fatale is wearing

I'm the screenwriter relying on presenting a series of clichés rather than writing a real story.

I'm the "thrush." I'm usually dubbed by either Anita Ellis or Peg La Centra.

I'm the scene in the "moving" car. The rear projection is really obvious.

I’m black and white. Color fucks with my mood.

Nonsense, r37. My favorite noir is rich in both color and character.