| The Ghost of RubangB said: I understand most of your list, because most of those were Expressionist films that inspired the rise of film noir in America, so you could call them proto-noir or something, but I have no idea why you're including Un Chien Andalou in that list. Whassup with that? |
Definitely, a fair amount of inspiration for noir films actually came from overseas.
@ Others: But there is still definitely a distinction between neo-noir and film noir. If it came out in the last twenty years, its not a film noir. It may be a neo-noir, but its not a film noir. I'm not saying that in a derogoatory way or anything, but film noir was as much a time period in film as much as it was a genre. I just don't think it is at all accurate to say recent movies are film noirs.
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