Lanky brunette with a wicked jaw.
I read the book this film is based on, The Black-Eyed Blonde—in fact, I bought it in hardcover as soon as it came out because, as a writer who very early imprinted on Chandler, I would never miss a new authorized Marlowe novel—but the book was so forgettable that I didn't even realize this was the same story until the end credits. The film, unfortunately, is just as forgettable. A deeply frustrating misfire. It's full of performers I am particularly…