Ascenseur pour l'échafaud (Elevator to the gallows)
(1958)
Formula for the perfect noir: love-stupid sap murders girlfriend's wife, manages to be arrested for a murder he didn't commit, but can't employ his alibi because it would implicate him in the one he's guilty of. Add a score by Miles Davis and world-class pouting by Jeanne Moreau, and you're set. Four years ago I'd never heard of this; now it's probably my favorite noir that doesn't star Bogart.
2 comments:
wait--is this a lesbian flick?
Oops--husband. Though that would be an interesting twist.
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