Nordic Noir

I’m a massive fan of Nordic Noir films and TV series.

Modus is the one I’m currently watching. Brilliant.

If you think 21st century Noir….Nordic noir is the quintessential Noir.

I can’t decide if ‘the killing’, or ‘the Bridge’ was the best…..but in reality it’s all brilliant.

The cinematography, the story, the nuance. All done with such talent.

I’ve watched so much Nordic Noir that I’m now familiar with Danish, Swedish, Finish & Savannah.


I watched this film last night on blu-ray, and it blew my socks off.
it’s done completely in black & white, and done extremely well.

the cinema photography is amazing !

it’s quite a disturbing film, but also rather abstract, much like in the vein of David Lynch films…

…one isn’t really sure what’s really going on.

the film is set in this amazing old house in New York. the house is exquisitely maintained and appointed. the film also has a ‘timeless’ quality about it too.


once again there is a warming…..this film is rather disturbing.


Film Noir

The reason I called my blog ‘Noir’, was because I’m a huge fan of ‘film noir’ and black and white films of that period, hence the black and white photography.

Dana Andrews.

Interestingly the men and women wore makeup in those films…and I find it both fascinating and amazing. It makes the men’s faces look so smooth.

I also watch the films again and again…as I don’t ever get sick of them.

Every film, I can’t help look at the lighting, and the composition….but also the mood/tone (story) is also noir.

The light is always first thing in the morning or late afternoon. This creates the long shadows.

The other thing I always notice about films of that era is, the men don’t have genitals. The trousers are made/cut to NOT show any sign of male genitalia. Even the scenes where they are in pajamas…nothing… so no tight jeans to be found. LOL But the women are very beautiful and sexy.

This depicts the morality and the values of the times of the 40s & 50s.

Whoever went to the movies with any regularity during 1946 was caught in the midst of Hollywood’s profound postwar affection for morbid drama. From January through December deep shadows, clutching hands, exploding revolvers, sadistic villains and heroines tormented with deeply rooted diseases of the mind flashed across the screen in a panting display of psychoneurosis, unsublimated sex and murder most foul.

Donald Marshman, Life (August 25, 1947)

It’s a time that has gone…….will no longer return… at least we have is the films and the photos.