Spitball Army

Everything about this L.A. noir is so over the top, it nearly exists in its own genre universe. Let’s call it “camp noir.”

A femme fatale with a stately British accent; a character named Jojo; a mystery drug that revives gassed convicts to life.

Nurse: Why don’t you talk to me anymore? Aren’t you listening? / Doc: Huh? What’d you say? / Nurse: Nothing. [Walks out]

The mystery drug is called Methylene Blue, which kept me thinking of Breaking Bad, of course.

Frankie (on Death Row): Come here, baby, I wanna look at ya. New dress ya got, isn’t it? And gloves. And that silly little hat.

Man 1: Why don’t you stop reading that junk? / Man 2: What’s wrong with the dictionary? / Man 1: Not enough story in it.

Jojo (to Margo): Don’t let that face of yours go to your head.