It seems that gender lingers on...
The issues that so bedevilled feminists when I was an adolescent
are still discussed today, but in veiled, mysterious ways.
Gender and the Femme Fatale seem set to stay.
I have to admit I remain at a loss.
I do not have a rhetorical language that allows for
extensive investigation into the subject.
For me, Noir remains a somewhat quaint genre,
full of shadows and echoes of the past.
The films that flitted across the somewhat uncontrasted TV screen
in our sitting room fifty years ago
reeked of smoke, hard liquor and even to my
childish eyes seemed a tad over the top.
The Maltese Falcon was incomprehensible to a person reared in
the best modern way. Taking other people's property
was simply beyond the pale...
crowding into a tight room to discuss the matter with
knuckle-dusters was, while marginally entertaining,
not in the slightest bit realistic.
Nobody in Meath in the 1950's behaved like that.
Ladies in Noir were forever getting snarled up in their
stockings. This image was engagingly mocked in
, years later.
Death by lingerie was not uncommon...
There's much more to come on this subject.
For the moment, the jury is out...