Dust, doom and gloom for fallen Dodgers
There are a handful of vital cinematic realisations of the demons that haunt the 10 million or so citizens of Los Angeles County. Roman Polanski’s neo-noir classic is probably the most vital big-screen reality check for anyone deceived by the glitz which conceals the clamour to get through the day in Southern California.
When the movie’s hero/anti-hero — Jack Nicholson’s Jake Gittes — runs into tragedy and out of ideas on Chinatown’s Spring Street, the credits roll and we’re mercifully spared a tidy resolution — there’s nothing more sickly than a Hollywood ending.
