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.
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.