Forget a review, It's Chinatown.
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Los Angeles in den 1930ern: Der Privatdetektiv Jake Gittes wird von Evelyn Mulwray, der Frau einer angesehenen Lokalgröße beauftragt, ihren Mann zu überwachen. Tatsächlich verschafft er ihr Fotos von ihrem Mann Hollis und einer jungen Frau. Die erscheinen bald darauf in einer Zeitung und Gittes muss feststellen, dass seine Auftraggeberin gar nicht die Frau des Opfers war, sondern eine Unbekannte. In seiner Ehre gekränkt macht Gittes weiter und sticht direkt in ein Wespennest rund um ein korruptes Bewässerungsprojekt in der Wüstenregion der Stadt. Als Mulwray ertrunken aufgefunden wird, wird die Angelegenheit immer mysteriöser. Drahtzieher der Affäre scheint ein gewisser Noah Cross zu sein und auch die junge Dame von den Fotos scheint eine große Rolle zu spielen …
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Forget a review, It's Chinatown.
This scumbag can really direct a fucking movie, can't he?
100So, about that ending. It both *is* and *isn't* Chinatown. It's a part of the city to be abstracted, disembodied, insidiously morphed into a racist calculation of laborious figures by those who are allowed to freely leave. Even as J.J. Gittes submits and wanders into the night, he isn't stranded in the nocturnal wasteland in which he once operated within. He's a man of privilege, relatively, but the system is now seen as not simply vertically integrated but horizontally manipulated by the elite. Noah Cross isn't simply above the police, the law, the bindings of conservatism and sexual formality - he's on his own plane of existence, fueled by the capital he built and is continuing to expand, by shifting the city, and its population, to his own will. All of these people see Chinatown as what they want it to be or what it can be for them, but not what it really is, and Polanski, populating the final frames with people of the neighborhood, staring aloof towards another atrocity, witnessing the conspiracy become undone, and then done away with. There has and always will be something evil about it. That Cross' final moment on screen is dragging his screaming incestuous daughter away into the pitch-black night. That only the right eye on Evelyn is wounded - a flaw in the iris. That Gittes, for the first time in his life, knows that he can't do anything. That, as the credits roll, we know of Polanski living comfortably outside of America. Chinatown, indeed.
A private investigator is hired to expose an adulterous affair in 1930s Los Angeles, only to stumble into a vast conspiracy involving water rights and family secrets.
Roman Polanski directed the 1974 neo-noir classic, known for its intricate screenplay and atmospheric depiction of Southern California.
Yes, the film won the Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay alongside numerous other critical accolades.