Chinatown (1974) looks and feels like a very modern film, in the sense that you feel you are in that world of the thirties, when the action takes place. That was the very intention of Roman Polanski and he carried it out flawlessly. “I wanted the style of the period conveyed by a scrupulously accurate reconstruction of decor, costumes, and idiom – not by a deliberate imitation, in 1973, of thirties film techniques.”
“In Chinatown, what I was trying to create was this Philip Marlowe atmosphere, which I’d never seen in the movies the way I got it in the books of Dashiell Hammett or Raymond Chandler.” Indeed, Chinatown is not only a one of a kind film noir, but a complete film. As James Greenberg says in his retrospective on the director’s work, what Polanski brought “to this quintessentially American material was a European sensibility and an unerring feeling for the darkness of the human soul”. That’s why the difference between a European director working in Hollywood and an American director often shows – the first is more willing and driven to break away from clichés and stay true to a more realistic vision. One other thing Roman Polanski fought for was the tragic ending, which was essential for following the logic of the plot – an ending that takes place in Chinatown, but that also links the story to the metaphorical Chinatown, a place where things go hopelessly wrong, despite one’s best intentions. So many good American movies could have been great if the directors hadn’t been slaves to the Hollywood system and given way to a forced happy-ending.

Faye Dunaway, deceivingly seductive in an all-white equestrian outfit. How modern is that? She reminds me of another film noir femme fatale wearing head-to-toe white: Lana Turner in The Postman Always Rings Twice.
In another elegant riding attire, as seen by Jake Gittes in a framed photo on her husband’s desk.
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