Night has fallen in London, but the streets still teem with people. Through a second-story window, we watch as an elderly Jewish man who lives over a shop is stabbed to death and his rooms are set on fire. We see the shopkeeper fighting for his life, the knife, the fire—and we see the hulking, impassive man who has committed the crime. The murderer stumbles into the street, bumping into passersby, not seeming to know or care where he is. Blood seeps from under his hat and onto his collar. Someone asks if he’s all right, he mumbles a reply, and a shot from the murderer’s point of view shows that his vision is fogged; he can’t focus. But before anyone asks more questions about that telltale blood, the crowd is distracted by the flames of the burning shop, and the killer slips away.
Suppose I gave you that description, and told you the movie is in black and white, the music is Bernard Herrmann, the stars are Laird Cregar and Linda Darnell at her venomous best, and lastly, the film is from 1945. Then I ask, “What kind of film is it?” Your reply would most likely be “film noir.” Yet some might disagree, because the film—Hangover Square—is set in 1903, and these critics insist that true film noirs are set during the World War II and postwar era in which they were made. No cars, no fedoras, no postwar urban milieu? No dice.
Other connoisseurs of film noir disagree, and I am one. Recently on the Criterion Channel, I’ve been given the chance to program a collection of films that challenge and complicate the idea of what classic noir is. All are period films (save perhaps for Corridor of Mirrors, which nonetheless has a strong element of period-set flashbacks). The light that flickers around these shadowy tales of madness, murder, and twisted love isn’t filtered through a windshield or venetian blinds, nor does it come from a bare electric bulb in a cop’s interrogation room. The stories unfold by gaslight—the beautiful, dangerous way that most cities and towns were once lit, from the Victorian era into the Edwardian years.
Blood and Guts in High School
John Fawcett’s 2001 cult classic Ginger Snaps—a highlight of the Criterion Channel’s High School Horror collection—uses the werewolf trope to explore the psychosexual anxieties of female adolescence.
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