Chinatown ★★★★

Jack Nicholson, with his halted serene confidence, excels in the role of a (Neo-) Noir private eye stumbling his way through an economically told associative mystery. Polaniski's displays a deft chest-up classical style that steadily loses its cool as the dire-ness of the situation reveals itself through the film as the narrative grows more manic and which, paired with a nice brown-beige color palette and period costuming, makes for a rather visually pleasing look. In stark contrast to its halted, almost lyrical atmosphere, which renders every line of dialogue a scarcely subtle threat. The elemental, biblical drought and incest transposes the city of Los Angeles' moral corruption into an inherently human trait.