Film Noir is like a fruit, it needs to be ripe to be sweet. Take back Sunset Blvd, Gilda and Dark Passage and give me Detour.
Made in 1945 by Edgar G. Ulmer (one of the fugitive expressionist directors from Austria), Detour is all the evidence you need that we live in an ambivalent and absurd universe. The film is gleeful in it's march towards the destruction of all it's personae. And what hangs over the entire film is the question: Do you believe the narrator? He certainly seems like a nice enough guy...
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