The Third Man

No happy endings.

Winning a dispute with writer Graham Greene, director Carol Reed opted for a beautiful bummer of a fade-out, rather than an out-of-place romantic win, perfectly capping a great feel-bad film.

This is a movie of smothering shadows, haunting music, dark betrayals and desperate men doing devious deeds — while being perfectly-lit as they skulk through dank sewers.

Orson Welles, the biggest name in the cast, is a black market profiteer, stealing penicillin, then diluting it before resale, resulting in injury and death.

But then again, “The dead are happier dead.”

A perfect sentiment for Film Noir Land.

 

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