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October 18, 2005
I crawled out of a sickbed this evening and watched the Cohen Brother's superb and very stylized gangster homage to film noir: Miller's Crossing (1990).
 I was stunned by the brillance of the craft (script, photography, dialogue, acting, intertextuality) but it went over my head.
There was too much going on for me even though I got the narrative of a gang war between an Irish mobster and an Italian mobster.
I could barely follow the rich gangster jargon and the plot was like a big jigsaw puzzle.
Gangsters in forests? Dreams about hats in forests? The film ends with the central character Tom leaning against a tree in the forest and pulling his hat down over his face. I've no idea. I haven't read the work of Dashiell Hammett.
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