federal and Texas law enforcement authorities paying close attention to Tiffany Hartley, who has gone on a media blitz sharing her story about alleged pirates who shot her husband while riding a jet ski on the Mexican side of Falcon Lake?The lip licking, sudden and extraneous jaw excursions, pleading hand gestures with palms facing upwards, looking down, excessive eye blinking, tilting of the head, pulling her body away, and shoulder shrugs when asked about and discussing key issues are huge red flags to me.
Enter the private detective and his antihero ilk—a scarred, brooding fella who for his considerable flaws was sympathetic.A street preacher and aspiring politician says he was bound in handcuffs for spreading the gospel Saturday night in downtown Cleveland.Jason Werner, 28, was arrested after the manager of the Blue Point Grille said his customers inside the building complained they could hear Werner and his friend preaching outside. Noir was nothing if not a reaction, a reflection of a nation reeling from despicable evil overseas and revolutionary upheaval on the domestic front. The men—including the screenwriters—had gone off to fight, and as the women stepped up, into the public sector and newfound independence, studio chiefs turned to the fast-and-cheap pulp mysteries of Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, and James M. International directors like Fritz Lang, Michael Curtiz, and Robert Siodmak, who’d honed the dramatic visuals of German Expressionism, fled their war-torn homes for the plentiful opportunities in Tinseltown. Some define noir as or by a tone, and it’s very much a mood, a sensibility. For the purposes of this introduction, let’s call it a response. We think of noirs as urban stories, but that’s not always the case—for every L. Though its blueprints were everywhere, noir forged its own language, its own playbook, its own universe.