STILL FROM AN IMAGINARY MOVIE

In this still from an imaginary film noir, doomed heavy Robert Mitchum and fallen angel Ingrid Bergman share a blue moment that combines aching lyricism with dispassionate precision. Not to mention lemons.

MIDNIGHT AT THE CAFE NOIR

Who's been talking? Telling everything I know? Blue Man contemplates beauty in a smoky joint on the edge of town. The music jumps, jives and wails. There's a grill in the back, and a rack of ribs in a steel drum barbecue. Maybe you know the gal with the flower. She's as hot as a red pepper, and sweet as cherry wine.

This is what I call serpent surrealism.

BLACK MARKET EGG

These slinky denizens drift through a dark world of intrigue, romance, deception, and double-cross, where disenchanted idealists knock back shots and hustlers offer anything -- for a price! Through swirling cigarette smoke, you catch a glimpse of an extremely rare, black market egg. Welcome to the occupation.

For a list of my favorite films noir, click here.

FEAR OF ART

"Fear of Art" is a hard-boiled film-noir, a meta-art about art, in which a big lug of a detective--formerly an artist sent up for art crimes--scours the seamy underworld of art galleries and museums with his sidekick, a work-study gallery attendant fresh out of art school and bursting with wall-text explanations for every occasion. Together, they run a dangerous gauntlet of art directors and curators, hammer-swinging prep crews and two-fisted painters, savvy patrons and axe-wielding budgetcutioners, big time collectors and small time crooks. Gentle as roses, tough as blackjacks, these mugs prowl the periphery in search of truth and beauty.

FEAR OF ART (detail)