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| Under a Noir Moon Water Street, Poughkeepsie, NY |
It's Noirsville, a visually oriented blog celebrating the vast and varied sources of inspiration, all of the resulting output, and all of the creative reflections back, of a particular style/tool of film making used in certain film/plot sequences or for a films entirety that conveyed claustrophobia, alienation, obsession, and events spiraling out of control, that came to fruition in the roughly the period of the last two and a half decades of B&W film.
Saturday, March 26, 2016
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Noirsville Iconic Artwork/Photograph of the Week
Monday, March 21, 2016
Noirsville Noir Comedy from the ZBS Foundation
Another installment in the ZBS series, 4 MINUTE FILM NOIR. From the ZBS Foundation
Join us as Moe and Joe, two big lugs who relax over drinks in their favorite joint, chew the fat (in this case literally) about cons, thugs, dolls, stoolies, and coppers.
Join us as Moe and Joe, two big lugs who relax over drinks in their favorite joint, chew the fat (in this case literally) about cons, thugs, dolls, stoolies, and coppers.
4 MINUTE FILM NOIR #2 - FORMERLY, FAT LOUIE
Saturday, March 19, 2016
Noirsville Tune of the Week
Another Aural Noir from Tom Waits, enjoy.
Bad Liver And A Broken Heart
Well I got a bad liver and a broken heart
yea I drunk me a river since you tore me apart
and I don't have a drinking problem
cept when I can't get a drink
and I wish you'd a known her
we were quite a pair
she was sharp as a razor
and soft as a prayer
so welcome to the continuing saga
she was my better half
and I was just a dog
and so here am I slumped
I been chippied and I been chumped
on my stool
so buy this fool, some spirits and libations
it's these railroad station bars
with all these conductors and the porters
and I'm all out of quarters
and this epitaph is the aftermath
yea I choose my path
hey come on Cath, he's a lawyer
he ain't the one for ya
and no the moon ain't romantic
it's intimidating as hell
and some guy's tryin to sell
me a watch
and so I'll meet you at the
bottom of a bottle of
bargain scotch
I got me a bottle and a dream
it's so maudlin it seems
you can name your poison
go on ahead and make some noise
I ain't sentimental
this ain't a purchase it's a rental
and it's purgatory, hey
what's your story, well
I don't even care
cause I got my own double-cross to bear
and I'll see your Red Label
and I'll raise you one more
and you can pour me a cab
I just can't drink no more
cause it don't douse the flames
that are started by dames
it ain't like asbestos
it don't do nothing but
rest us assured
and substantiate the rumors
that you've heard
Thursday, March 17, 2016
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