L.A. Confidential (Curtis Hanson, 1997)

Violent, bloody, sinister, classy and raw is the old school neo-noir made by Curtis Hanson. Where there is beauty on the outside there is filth and dirt on the inside. Los Angeles in the early 50s is the place where everything happens, opportunity flies and if you are at the right place at the right time it might work for you. But L.A. Confidential provides us with a more dark and sinister of view of the city of Angels. Crime, dope, prostitution, corruption inside the police, you name it. A highly morbid and pessimistic movie about the city of Angels that comes and hits us with a black glove in the face and tells us that what you see isn't what you 'll get. The shiny, glossy lights of Hollywood may shine but underneath there is mayhem, fear and pain that comes up on the surface like a bomb ready to explode. Curtis Hanson wears to his movie its best dress and takes it for a ride in the depths of the darkest, most horrible and terrifying avenues of the city, with the images of beauty being disrupted by blood, murder and corruption. America looking nice, looking vibrant and looking bad at the same time in a movie that has that polished, exquisite touch that blends together with the morbidness of the story and the characters. A proud member of the neo-noir family, L.A. Confidential talks about the other side of America, the other side of luxury and big fancy cars and great parties with tons of booze and takes the viewer on a trip to "the bad neighborhood" where the lies and secrets are the only law among the police business. A movie for higher taste that has that malicious thirst for the ugly, the deformed, the deranged.