Exceptional piece about L.A. Confidential.
Recently, some stuff happened that was… unpleasant.
Revealing. In a bad way.
I kept thinking of this movie the whole time, because it’s about how the world really works.
(So is its over-rated, similarly-themed predecessor, Chinatown, except L.A. Confidential is so much better than that, and I won’t hear otherwise. Yes, the “dark underbelly of glamourous Los Angeles” thing is SO overdone, but in this film, it works.)
A single throwaway line changes everything — except it doesn’t.
You could hand a DVD of L.A. Confidential to a teenager and say, “Kid, memorize this and you might make out OK.”
Luckily, I’m ahead of my self, deadline-wise, this weekend, so I think I’ll watch it again.
PS: I too have absolutely had it with this crap for some time now:
And I love that it does all this against a bright, sunny, colorful background. Had this movie been made a couple years later, all this seediness would have been shot in a washed-out brown or blue tinting that so plagues art direction in the 21st century.
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Jezuz, does EVERYTHING have to look like Se7en and Fight Club?
What year is it again?
I’m old. I can’t SEE what’s going on.
