Sam Wilde: Is somebody meeting you when we get off the ferry?
Helen Brent: No. I’m going to pick up a cab.
Sam Wilde: Swell. We’ll share one.
Helen Brent: I’m afraid not. We go in different directions.
Sam Wilde: That’s where you’re wrong. We’re going in the same direction, you and I.
Continuing with Noirvember, I decided to write about a proto-noir, William Wyler’s Dead End. This is a fabulous example of crime cinema, coming at the end of the thirties and a wave of films like Scarface and The Petrified Forest. Dead End takes a look at the life of several residents who live in tenements located below luxury apartments built for the view of the picturesque East River. The film was nominated for four Academy Awards, though it didn’t win any: Best Art Direction, Best Cinematography, Best Supporting Actress Claire Trevor and Best Picture. The other films nominated for Best Picture that year were The Awful Truth, Captains Courageous, The Good Earth, In Old Chicago, Lost Horizon, One Hundred Men and a Girl, Stage Door, A Star Is Born and winner The Life of Emile Zola.