Based on the novel by James Ellroy ("The Black Dahlia," "Street Kings"), adapted for the screen by Brian Helgeland ("The Postman," "Mystic River"), and co-adapted and directed by Curtis Hanson ("8 Mile," "Wonder Boys"), this 1997 combination police procedural and underworld exposé has already stood the test of time.
Based on a novel by James Ellroy, it comes from the same cycle of books as L.A. Confidential, and comparisons between the two films will be inevitable, and unfavorable.
Haunted film noir vultures, both, but while the writer had to squeeze an unwieldy line like "This is the City of Angels and you haven't got any wings" out of a character's mouth in L.A. Confidential, the filmmaker effortlessly projected all of the genre onto his heroine in Femme Fatale's first minute.
But when compared to the ultimately status quo L.A. Confidential or even The Untouchables, an absolutely acidic aftertaste remains in the avoidance of a satisfactory catharsis.
Curtis Hanson produced a masterpiece from Ellroy's similarly themed L.A. Confidential, but where it used hints and suggestions, The Black Dahlia sledgehammers us into oblivion.
De Palma, screenwriter Josh Friedman, the actors, and the visual and sound teams have taken what is obviously a complex and probably convoluted novel (by L.A. Confidential's James Ellroy) and have gutted the thing, strewing its bits and organs and springs right off the screen and into our laps.