A lap dance to the tune of Schubert’s Hail Mary

This is the trailer for Harper Collins’ new graphic novel based on Sun Tzu’s classic The Art of War. The work combines Noir and SF elements to create a dystopian thriller set 20 years from now. What struck our interest is the inapposite use of the Ave Maria as background music. The words are as follows: Ave Maria, gratia plena… Translation: Hail Mary full of grace…

It is Schubert’s musicalization of one of Christianity’s oldest prayers, The Hail Mary, a prayer that remains deeply sacred to many believers.

At first it seemed poignant yet contemplative, as if the twisted novel’s characters need divine grace to help them get through their miserable days and nights, the kind the Blessed Mother was known to have in oversupply and eager to share with the post-Edenic world we crawl about in, fearfully unable to find the lights or a way out.

But the moment when Goth Girl is giving Unshaven Dude  a lap dance, as the words “Dominus tecum” — Translation: the Lord is with thee — hang in the air like incense, the video crosses a line that may be routinely crossed by our fellow denizens of Noir Nation, but may be a sacrilege to anyone else.

To be sure, as a new publisher of dark works that offend some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, we applaud LegPub Harper Collins in its successful effort to offend us, something we thought no longer possible.

[We also applaud the priests of Cathedral Preparatory Seminary of the Immaculate Conception (Brooklyn) for their unforgiving Latin regimen, which we hated at the time but which allowed us to spot the gap between word and image in this video without resorting to a Latin dictionary]

Warning: Dangerous Level of Name-dropping

We attended the screening of the powerful and insightful film by Kieran Turner, Jobriath A.D., at Lincoln Center’s Walter Reade Theater. The movie chronicles the life of Bruce “Jobriath” Campbell, the first major rock star to die of AIDS. The film showed that behind the glitzy glam rock curtain, Jobriath lived a life of deep personal failure punctuated by a lonely and hellish death. Noir Squared.

The film is part of a growing interest in Jobriath that follows the release by Morrissey of the Lonely Planet Boy album in CD format. We had the honor of being in the company of Hayden Wayne, who served as Jobriath’s keyboardist and whose book, Jobriath: a History of Sexual Indulgence, we published under Noir Nation‘s sister imprint, Bare Knuckles Press. Also there was Hayden’s friend, the Grammy-nominated comedian and writer, Wayne Lammers, formally of Air America Radio.

After the program, Hayden introduced us to Jerry Brandt, Jobriath’s promoter and the person who discovered Carly Simon. Brandt has a raw tell-all memoir about his time in rock music and is looking for a publisher (we are now in discussions about the eBook rights). It was all very heady and very serious. But it ended on a light note when at a late dinner, Wayne Lammers discussed his upcoming show ‘Rush Limbaugh, Shut the Fat Up!’ Here is a hilarious link to one of the songs on the show. Hayden Wayne makes a cameo as the long-haired drug dealer handing out pills from the front seat of a car.

Back to Jobriath: Turner is hopeful his movie will see wide distribution in 2013. In the meantime, the actress Ann Magnuson who, along with Hayden Wayne and others, appeared in Turner’s film has a Jobriath-themed EP in the works. (We loved her in the movie Clear and Present Danger — what a beautiful and endearing smile!) More about the EP and her fascination with Jobriath is on her Kickstarter page, “The Jobriath Medley: A Glam Rock Fairy Tale.”

Hayden Wayne’s book has a decidedly unexpected approach to the Jobriath story. He is a hetero recounting what it was like to be part of the Jobriath phenomenon. Jobriath, remember, was marketed as the “The True Fairy of Rock ‘n’ Roll.’” He was the world’s first openly gay rock star.

At the screening, Kieran Turner pointed out a hard and sad truth about the gay community in the early 1970s. The community wanted to convey a macho image to run counter to the effeminate stereotype, hence the bikers with handle bar mustache look. They were aghast at Jobriath. So he was shunned by every demographic, straight and gay. Yet he created some die hard fans who saw through the glitz and the anger and appreciated the unapologetic beauty of his music celebrating BDSM. In that context, a story told from the point of view of a hetero writer adds a heightened sense of tension. Even today, this is a book that many LegPubs would be afraid to publish. But not Bare Knuckles Press. This is a book worth fighting for.

Jobraith, subject of new film and Bare Knuckles Press book

Recently, Noir Nation‘s sister imprint, Bare Knuckles Press, published a risque memoir by glam rocker Hayden Wayne concerning his time as keyboardist for Jobriath, the first openly gay rock star.

The timing seems fortuitous. A new documentary about Jobriath, Glam Rock’s Lost God, will be premiering tonight July 28 at Lincoln Center’s Walter Reade Theater (starting time 10:30 pm). The filmmaker, Kieran Turner, will be there to discuss the making of the film. Some of the film’s participants, including BKP author Hayden Wayne, Jerry Brandt, and others will be there after the show to take questions about their memories of Jobriath.

Currently, Wayne’s BKP  book is the only title on Amazon or anywhere covering the Jobriath experience, particularly the period of the national and international tours that were cut short when Jobriath’s albums failed to sell — despite monumental hype — and the promoters canceled the remaining bookings.

Greater tragedy followed when Jobriath became the first internationally recognized rock star to die of AIDS. Wayne’s memoir offers a raw account that captures the rage, hope, and darkness that gave shape to Jobriath’s work — particularly his songwriting — and the choices that doomed it.

The book is available for $2.99 on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo.

8 great noir films that revolve around life insurance

Hannah Peterson of LifeInsuranceQuotes.org sent us this fun list of noir films wherein the prospects of a huge life insurance payoff motivate their dark heroes to commit murder. We do hope that Hannah is indeed a real person and that Hannah is her real name. But the list is real and so is the highly literate PDF article that discusses the plots of several movies that show detailed knowledge of insurance industry practices. The following passage was especially engaging:

How to Commit Suicide

In this passage from James M. Cain’s novel Double Indemnity, claim investigator Barton Keyes refutes his boss’s theory that Phyllis Nirdlinger’s husband committed suicide by jumping from the back of a train. Keyes relies on actuarial tables for his argument.

Mr. Norton, here’s what the actuaries have to say about suicide. You study them, you might find out something about the insurance business…. Here’s suicide by race, by color, by occupation, by sex, by locality, by seasons of the year, by time of day when committed. Here’s suicide by method of accomplishment. Here’s method of accomplishment subdivided by poisons, by firearms, by gas, by drowning, by leaps. Here’s suicide by poisons subdivided by sex, by race, by age, by time of day. Here’s suicide by poisons subdivided by cyanide, by mercury, by strychnine, by 38 other poisons, 16 of them no longer procurable at prescription pharmacies. And here—here, Mr. Norton—are leaps  subdivided by leaps from high places, under wheels of moving trains, under wheels of trucks, under the feet of horses, from steamboats. But there’s not one case out of all these millions of cases of a leap from the rear end of a moving train. That’s just one way they don’t do it!

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OK. Enough fun. Here’s Hannah’s article:

YOU PROBABLY CONSIDER life insurance, or any kind of insurance for that matter, a pretty dull topic and certainly not one worthy of a great suspense film. But consider the plots and characters that recur in several classic films, especially those from the era of film noir [The PDF]. In addition to a femme fatale and a dead body (usually the femme fatale’s schmuck of a husband), there’s almost always a clever (or sometimes not-so-clever) insurance agent among the cast, either trying to figure out who killed who or, just as often, scrambling to cover up a crime the femme fatale convinced him to commit. If the following films are any indication, crime doesn’t pay, unless the victim has an insurance policy.

  1. Double Indemnity (1944):

    In Double Indemnity, Fred MacMurray stars as an auto insurance salesman who, after becoming involved with bored housewife Barbara Stanwyck, conspires to kill her drag of a husband, Mr. Dietrichson. The film’s title refers to a clause in a life insurance policy that doubles the payout if the death of the policy holder is caused by accidental means. We know MacMurray is screwed from the beginning, since the film opens with him confessing to his crimes into a dictaphone and delivering the immortal lines: “I killed Dietrichson! Me! Walter Neff! Insurance agent, 35 years old, unmarried, no visible scars … until a while ago that is. Yeah, I killed him. I killed him for money and a woman!”

  2. The Postman Always Rings Twice (1946):

    Based on the book by Herman M. Cain, who spent a year trying to sell accident insurance before turning to journalism, screenwriting, and writing novels, The Postman Always Rings Twice features a stunning Lana Turner as a (you guessed it) unhappily married wife who seduces a drifter played by Frank Chambers and convinces him to (you guessed it again) kill her husband. Of course, in the process of making Turner’s husband’s death look like an accident, things get screwed up, and not one, not two, but a total of three insurance companies end up involved in the ensuing court case.

  3. The Killers (1946):

    Despite the fact that the short story by Ernest Hemingway that The Killers is based on makes no mention of insurance, the scriptwriters chose to make the lead a brave, no-nonsense insurance investigator (played by Edmond O’Brien), who is called upon to figure out why Burt Lancaster’s character, known as “the Swede,” passively allowed himself to be executed by two killers. The backstory of “the Swede,” told through a series of flashbacks, includes committing a robbery with the help of a gangster’s moll played by the lovely Ava Gardner. Thanks to films like The Killers, investigating insurance claims must have appeared as exciting to audiences as deep sea fishing or big game hunting, which Hemingway probably found somewhat laughable.

  4. Strange Bargain (1949):

    “Hey, how was your weekend?”
    “Pretty good, boss! Thanks for asking.”
    “That’s a nice suit.”
    “Thanks! It’s one of three cheap suits I own. They’re all identical!”
    “How do you like your job? Are you liking the company?”
    “Oh, it’s swell. I love working here.”
    “Great. By the way, you’re fired.”
    “What???”
    “Yep. I’ve run this company into the ground! Ruined everything. Everyone is getting fired. And I’m going to blow my brains out. However, the life insurance I have won’t pay out if I commit suicide. And I’m worried about my family. So can you come by my place, say after dinner, and make sure my suicide looks like a murder?”
    “But you have so much to live for!”
    “Whatever. I’ll give you $10,000 to do it. And by the way, you’re still fired.”
    “Oh! Well, okay. I’ll do it. Even though it’s a strange bargain, what could possibly go wrong??”

  5. Roadblock (1951):

    In the rarely seen noir classic Roadblock, a hard-boiled insurance investigator (played by Charles DeGraw) falls for a brunette bombshell played by Joan Dixon and conspires to commit a crime that, in an ironic turn of events, he’s later called upon to investigate. Dixon’s character is initially a vamp, but ends up actually falling for DeGraw, even though he believes she’ll dump him for someone with a lot more money. His romantic if somewhat self-pitying scene with Dixon after breaking into her place to decorate a Christmas tree is a classic.

  6. A Life At Stake (1954):

    Obscure classic or an unintentionally hilarious parade of bad acting and even worse dialogue? Even as a so-so example of film noir, A Life At Stake does manage to put a new spin on what was, by 1954, the thoroughly regurgitated tale of an unhappy wife (played by Angela Lansbury) convincing her not-too-sharp lover (played by Keith Andes) to bump off her no-fun husband. The twist here is that Andes character, an architect and builder hired by her and her husband as part of a three-way business venture, is named in a key person insurance policy that will pay the married couple $175,000 if he dies. Read before signing is the lesson here, folks.

  7. Sleuth (1972):

    Sleuth stars the iconic Sir Laurence Olivier as an upper-class mystery writer who invites a hairdresser with working-class roots, played by Michael Caine, to his theater prop-filled home. He tells Caine, who he knows is having an affair with his wife, he’s sick of his wife and wants his help staging a burglary in his home that would leave Caine with her jewelry and Olivier with a big, fat insurance payment. And yep, given the fact this is Laurence Olivier, one of the 20th century’s greatest stage and film actors, you might not be surprised when you discover he’s setting Caine up. However, Caine’s character turns the tables on Sir Lawrence in an unexpected way.

  8. The Last Seduction (1994):

    In the 1994 film The Last Seduction, the femme fatale, played by Linda Fiorentino, frames her small-town hick lover Mike (played by Peter Berg) for murder , sprays a can of insecticide into the mouth of her drug-dealing ex-lover, and ultimately, gets away with one or two murders and plenty of cash. From the very beginning Berg’s character, who works at a small insurance company (what is it with these guys?), ignores more than a few obvious red flags for the thrill of getting it on with the white-hot Fiorentino. Her character is the smartest and meanest person in the film.

Noir Nation Books buys first title

Noir Nation Books, the crime fiction imprint of VegaWire Media, has bought its first title, Slow Burn by Terrence McCauley.

A tale of murder and kidnapping set in the 1930s, the novel introduces vice Detective Charlie Doherty to the annals of crime noir. The release date is sometime in late August to early September.

Here is how the novel begins:

The girl was too young to be that dead, but she was dead all the same. On a hot, humid August night on the floor of a fleabag hotel on Twenty-eighth Street and Ninth Avenue called The Chauncey Arms. Room 909.

The girl was naked. Legs together. Arms at her sides. Throat cut. Blood had pooled on the floor around her head in a neat circle, like some kind of halo. Her dead eyes were half-closed, staring out at nothing. The cracked plaster ceiling was probably the last thing the kid saw before bleeding out.