{mosimage} At the American Cinematheque’s eighth-annual dark passage through back alleys and febrile minds, a series of no-holds-barred double features will decide whether Los Angeles or New York is the most noir of noir cities. (Santa Monica plays the dark-horse contender at the Aero in a sidebar of films set in the beach city.) Call it hometown pride, but is there any doubt that Los Angeles reigns supreme as the most corrupt, most soul-crushing, most dream-devouring blight on the noir landscape? Please. It’s no contest. The first five minutes of Fred... More >>>