Originally published: June 7, 2012 6:19 PM
Updated: June 8, 2012 11:59 AM
By SAM McMANIS. Sacramento Bee
Photo credit: Handout | The Millennium Biltmore Hotel was featured in "Mission Impossible 3" and "The Bodyguard."
It was a dank, rain-sodden Raymond Chandler kind of morning, as if some omnipotent auteur had rung up the studio and ordered a classic film-noir sky. Only a sap would be out on a day like this, searching for the seedy soul of L.A. noir.
Yet tourists often come here, searching for the Los Angeles of the 1930s, '40s and '50s. They seek remnants of a period when the city was an incubator of tawdriness, a place where corruption, double-dealing and unchecked passion gave rise to a literary and cinematic genre that to this day captures the imagination.
Take a photographic tour of L.A. noir.
Already this morning, fueled by too many black and bitter cups o' joe, you've swung by the Southern Pacific Railroad Depot in Glendale, scene of the crime in the seminal noir thriller "Double Indemnity." You picture a hunch-shouldered, stubble-jawed Fred MacMurray skulking around the tanned Mission Revival structure, not stopping to admire the twisted columns or handcrafted ironwork.
Now, you head downtown and to the Hotel Barclay (nee Hotel Van Nuys), one of Chandler's haunts and the setting for the gruesome ice-pick-in-the-neck murder scene in his novel "The Little Sister." The art-deco sign remains, but the hotel has long been shuttered, its windows cracked and duct-taped.
Move along, Bub. Nothing to see here.
Black Dahlia's ghost
Plenty to see at the nearby Millennium Biltmore, the famous, swanky downtown hotel that once hosted the Oscars and retains its ornate, retro opulence. This was, legend has it, the last place the Black Dahlia (aka Elizabeth Short) was seen in 1947 before her dismembered body was discovered in a weedy patch south of town.
That's a real-life murder, pal, not some made-up movie plot. (Although, this being Los Angeles, it eventually became a feature film.) In its day, the Black Dahlia case -- still unsolved -- created a media frenzy: Think O.J. Simpson trial to the nth degree.
In the expansive lobby, featuring a stained-glass ceiling and marble fountains with water trickling out of lions' mouths, you try to picture the Black Dahlia in her low-cut black dress, snapping gum and batting heavily mascaraed eyelashes as she slinks out the door toward her fate.
You approach a dame behind a desk. She says her name is Nicole Solum. Claims she's the hotel concierge. You have no reason to doubt her.
"We get people bringing it up all the time," she says. "Sometimes, we get tour groups. Sometimes, they'll ask if the [Black Dahlia's] ghost haunts the halls." What of it? Is it true about ghosts? Spill it, sister.
"Well, this is an old hotel ...," she says, leaving the answer dangling. "We don't mind people asking. We even have a cocktail in the bar called the Black Dahlia." No time to imbibe the novelty Black Dahlia martini made with Absolut Citron vodka, Kahlua and Chambord raspberry liqueur. A teeming metropolis awaits.
On the boulevard
You hightail it to Hollywood Boulevard and Musso & Frank Grill, where in a back room celebrated writers of the era (everyone from Chandler to Nathanael West to F. Scott Fitzgerald and William Faulkner) used to convene. Upon arrival, you see the landmark restaurant is smack-dab in the middle of the area's cheesiest tourist trap, an area best avoided unless you want to beat yourself up with existential ennui.
Make a sharp right on Ivar Street and search for West's rented cottage, the place where he wrote "The Day of the Locust." In the novel, he calls Ivar Street "Lysol Alley" and says the rooming house was "mainly inhabited by hustlers, their managers, trainers and advance agents." Now, it appears little more than a clean, middle-class neighborhood of apartment buildings and bungalows. Under the gentrified facade? Well, who knows?
You travel west on Santa Monica Boulevard to the blood-red exterior of the Formosa Cafe, away from the tourist hordes. Back in the day, this watering hole was said to be a police-protected hangout for gangsters, molls, prizefighters and bookies.
Moviegoers may remember the Formosa as the setting in the neo-noir 1997 flick "L.A. Confidential," where a detective played by Guy Pearce says to a bleached blonde in a booth that "a hooker cut to look like Lana Turner is still a hooker; she just looks like Lana Turner," while his worldly partner (played by Kevin Spacey) smirks because he knows it really is Lana Turner sitting there.
Los Angeles is so movie-saturated that you forget the crimes were real. A trip northeast of town to the Los Angeles Police Historical Society Museum -- housed in a decommissioned police precinct headquarters -- slaps some sense into you.
A museum dedicated to the LAPD might at first come off as a mug's game for noir fans, given that the Rodney King and Rampart corruption scandals are not mentioned. Yet the museum provides plenty of grisly exhibits about cases that defined the city, from the Black Dahlia to the Manson family and beyond.
Jail cells remain from the 1940s. Batons and blackjacks merit their own display case, as do gangster-period machine guns. Lurid headlines from the period's infamous kidnappings and murders line the walls. Fiction mingles with fact in tributes to Jack Webb (of "Dragnet" fame) and the TV show "Adam-12." As you wander the drafty floors of the old police station, the museum seems to tell you that the good guys (the cops) always won in the end. It's a sunny and sanitized display, right down to the life-size cutout of former Police Chief Daryl Gates, toothy grin and all, at the front desk.
The lurid underbelly
Quote Chandler from "The Long Goodbye": "Out there in the night of a thousand crimes, people were dying, being maimed, cut by flying glass, crushed against steering wheels or under heavy tires. People were beaten, robbed, strangled, raped and murdered." Where to see the lurid underbelly? Tipsters point you to the Museum of Death on Hollywood Boulevard. There, beyond the serial-killer and suicide-cult memorabilia and the room dedicated to the embalming process, lies the California Death Room.
Not for the squeamish, it shows graphic photos of actress Sharon Tate, murdered by the Manson family; even more hideous severed-torso police shots from the Black Dahlia investigation; and a wall dedicated to later serial-killer cases -- the Hillside Strangler and the Night Stalker.
The femme fatale who runs the Museum of Death, a dazzling redhead named Kathy Schultz, says she has gotten death threats from people who say "we should not be promoting serial killers, these despicable people." She adjusts her horn-rimmed glasses and casts a gimlet eye on you: "Look, I love life and all aspects of life. And part of life is death."
Bukowski drank here
Dusk approaching, you have one last stop. You drive south on the freeway 20 miles to Rancho Palos Verdes and Green Hills Memorial Park. You're looking for Charles Bukowski's grave. It's been said that Bukowski's gritty, dissolute poetry and prose brought L.A. noir into modern times.
Certainly, he had the seediness part down. At least two-dozen bars in L.A. boast that "Bukowski drank here" before his death in 1994. You're told that Bukowski fans, in tribute, often drink, smoke and fornicate upon his grave.
All you see at Plot 875, with its headstone overlooking Palos Verdes mansions to the right and the port of San Pedro to the left, are two wilted flowers in a cup, rain-soaked and missing a few petals.
His epitaph reads: "Don't try." A perfect noir image.
Before your trip, get in the mood with these recommended noir films and novels.
IF YOU GO
Los Angeles Police Historical Society Museum
WHERE 6045 York Blvd., Los Angeles; laphs.org
HOURS 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. Monday through Friday; 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. the third Saturday of the month
HOW MUCH General, $8; seniors (62 and older), $7; children (12 and younger), free
Museum of Death
WHERE 6031 Hollywood Blvd., Hollywood; museumofdeath.net
HOURS 11 a.m. to 8 p.m. Sunday through Friday; 11 a.m. to 10 p.m. Saturday; $15
Musso & Frank Grill
WHERE 6667 Hollywood Blvd., Hollywood; mussoandfrank.com
HOURS 11 a.m. to 11 p.m. Tuesday through Saturday
WHERE7156 Santa Monica Blvd.; West Hollywood
HOURS 4 p.m. to 2 a.m. Monday through Friday; 6 a.m. to 2 a.m. Saturday-Sunday
Millennium Biltmore Hotel Gallery Bar and Cognac Room
WHERE506 S. Grand Ave., Los Angeles; millenniumhotels.com
Charles Bukowski's bungalow
WHERE 5124 De Longpre Ave., Los Angeles
WHERE No. 875 Green Hills Memorial Park, 27501 S. Western Ave., Rancho Palos Verdes
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