Some things you can’t ig-noir.
From my limited understanding, they were filming scenes for one of the cable true crime shows, which is interesting if not ironic because the owner of the house used to read true crime books. Then she married and had two sons, and found them to be scary enough, as young children often are.
When we arrived, the entryway — foyer — was strewn with magazines, papers, and other chaos to make the house looked ransacked, and two actors — too young, too thin, and too nattily dressed to be real police detectives, were putting on blue surgical gloves as if they were about to inspect a crime scene.
I wonder what cops wore before latex.
Oftentimes the biggest thing holding you down is the crap from above that lands on your wings.
Some days, even the smoke of inspiration doesn’t come, let alone the fire.