What? You think I’d do an entire noir series and not pretend, just once, that I’m Barbara Stanwyck or Veronica Lake? Ha! Give me a blast of afternoon sunlight and a camera self timer and suddenly I imagine detectives and danger and deep mysteries. Where’s my scotch, damn it?
And now, I leave behind Noir Week. Thanks for indulging my dark side.
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