The Black Dahlia

The Black Dahlia

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Brian De Palma eschews the Classics Illustrated mannerisms of L.A. Confidential in his adaptation of James Ellroy’s novel The Black Dahlia, a fictionalized take on the still-unsolved murder of aspiring starlet Elizabeth Short (Mia Kirshner). An ostensible work-for-hire, the film is nevertheless distinguished by De Palma’s expert navigation of its frighteningly finite space. This is a fever dream vision of the City of Angels, the shared nightmare of its principal players whose every move, we realize in retrospect, is helplessly preordained. Dante Ferretti’s elaborate sets, built almost entirely on Bulgarian soundstages, are quite intentionally hollow (one wrong turn by prop or character and the scenery would no doubt cave in on itself) and it is out of this—as opposed to more standardized, gut-punch narrative twists and turns—that the film’s primarily psychological tensions arise.

Though its main actions take place in 1947, the world of Black Dahlia is essentially timeless. De Palma tips his hand via the film’s key exchange between warrants cop Dwight “Bucky” Bleichert (Josh Hartnett) and the brunette Dahlia doppelgänger Madeleine Linscott (Hilary Swank). Standing before a portrait of Gwynplaine, the deformed protagonist of Victor Hugo’s novel The Man Who Laughs, Bleichert says, “I don’t get modern art.” To which Madeleine responds, “I doubt modern art gets you either.” De Palma is as much a historian as a filmmaker, so his intense focus on and present-tense reading of the painting (an incidental plot point in Ellroy’s book) is no accident. This is a film that understands its influences, tracing a line from Hugo’s Romanticism (and likewise incorporating his cutting critique of aristocracy) to German Expressionism and film noir (in its brilliant use of Paul Leni’s silent film adaptation of The Man Who Laughs). It’s a short jump from there to Black Dahlia’s flamboyant lesbian bar sequence featuring k.d. lang in full Dietrich drag, singing “Love For Sale” among slinky French-kissing chorines, and to De Palma’s own Greetings homage that sees the director himself assuming the impatient voice of authority in Elizabeth Short’s screen tests.

But it’s not all film theory. A throwaway sequence sees Bleichert stumbling upon the bodies of two Chinatown residents whose deaths he inadvertently caused; the bullet-ridden tableau suggests and points the way toward Vietnam, highlighting a retroactive sense of guilt, helplessness, and rage all-too-applicable to our own current events. It’s often forgotten (or casually elided) that De Palma is a political filmmaker; even Black Dahlia’s finest set piece (a subjective-camera “first date” between Bleichert, Madeleine, and her dysfunctional family) gets at the push-and-pull of the democratic system, with all its hierarchical factions and subdivisions fighting for power and the final say-so. The tragedy of Black Dahlia is that there is no finality for anyone—solving the “mystery,” so to speak, counts for next-to-nothing. Ellroy himself said it best in an interview (“Closure is bullshit”) and De Palma likewise understands that experience lingers and that there’s no telling where, when, or how the ghosts of our life will haunt us.


The Black Dahlia, one of the finest Cinemascope films of recent years, is presented in a mostly excellent anamorphic transfer that preserves its 2.35:1 theatrical aspect ratio. What prevents the transfer from getting perfect marks is the shaky rendering of certain digital fadeouts and effects: see, for example, the distracting white lines dancing across the black shadow obscuring the murderer’s face during the central staircase set piece. This problem wasn’t present in the film print, so it’s clearly a result of the film-to-video mastering (perhaps unavoidable as I’ve been led to believe by certain tech-savvy colleagues), and it sadly breaks the movie’s spell at a crucial moment. There are three audio track options, all of which do full justice to the multilayered sound design, especially Mark Isham’s superb weeping-trumpet score.


The disc’s extras consist of three featurettes produced by Laurent Bouzereau. In "Reality and Fiction: The Story of The Black Dahlia," James Ellroy and several members of the cast and crew take us through the history of the notorious real-life murder of starlet Elizabeth Short; "The Case File" deals with the rocky road Ellroy’s novel took from page to screen; and "The De Palma Touch Presented by Volkswagen" (WTF?!) takes a glowing look at the process of the film’s director. Ellroy comes off best in the featurettes. Even his effusive praise is tinged with a stoic, near-cynical edge-a welcome voice of hardened experience standing above and beyond the temperate crowd. Cumulatively these mini-documentaries add up to slightly more than standard puff material, though there is an unfortunate superficiality to many of the observations that further suggests most artists should stay far away from the realm of PR-dictated addendums and footnotes and let their work speak for itself.


Tell the Dahlia you think that it’s beautiful.

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  • DVD-Video
  • Dual-Layer Disc
  • Region 1
  • Aspect Ratio
  • 2.35:1 Anamorphic Widescreen
  • Dolby Digital Formats
  • English 5.1 Surround
  • French 5.1 Surround
  • Spanish 2.0 Surround
  • DTS
  • None
  • Subtitles & Captions
  • English Closed Captions
  • English Subtitles
  • Spanish Subtitles
  • Special Features
  • "Reality and Fiction: The Story of The Black Dahlia" Featurette
  • "The Case File" Featurette
  • "The De Palma Touch Presented by Volkswagen" Featurette
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    Release Date
    December 26, 2006
    Universal Studios Home Entertainment
    120 min
    Brian De Palma
    Josh Friedman
    Josh Hartnett, Scarlett Johansson, Aaron Eckhart, Hilary Swank, Mia Kirshner, Mike Starr, Fiona Shaw, Patrick Fischler, James Otis, John Kavanagh, Troy Evans, Anthony Russell, Pepe Serna, Angus MacInnes, Rachel Miner, Victor McGuire, Gregg Henry, Jemima Rooper, Rose McGowan, Richard Brake, William Finley