Two days. The man who wrote Dark Passage gets his night back.
He sold in the millions and died a name nobody could place. Dark Passage became a Bogart and Bacall picture; Shoot the Piano Player became Truffaut. The man himself went back to Philadelphia and drove his mother’s streets in the dark until his heart quit at forty-nine. This Friday he gets a night that is actually his. The
Four days. One dead writer. One live night.
Friday, August 21 is the night. The restored cut of Retracing the Footsteps of David Goodis plays start to finish — the grade rebuilt, the covers rescanned, the sound put back together from nothing so you can actually hear the man’s words over the rain. Then we talk. Lou Boxer of NoirCon comes on to get into who
The table read: UNDERBELLY, live
On Friday, August 21, the restored Goodis documentary plays — and then we keep going. Actors take a scene from UNDERBELLY, my new noir, and read it out loud: a cab driver, a runaway, a gun, and rain that will not let up. That is how this kind of writing gets made. You put it on the page,
What “Restored” Actually Means
“Restored” gets used as a marketing word, so here is what it actually meant on this film. The grade, shot by shot. Lifted blacks, so the shadows hold detail instead of going to mud. A film-like roll-off in the highlights, so a red signal in the rain stays a red signal instead of blowing out to a