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It's not a definitive documentary, and it's not meant to be.
What at first seems like a half-assed effort in the noir canon is actually a canny commentary on a dying era.
Think of it as a noir movie that Alfred would pointedly give Batman as a Christmas present.
An atypical noir that knows how to use its incongruities to its advantage.
This film straddles both the era of studio dominance and the burgeoning independence of filmmakers in the '50s.
Forget Sam Spade - Philip Marlowe is the man of this hour.