Polanski’s masterpiece is several things: a cynical history of L.A.’s property grabs of the ’30s, a gorgeously lush postnoir and Jack Nicholson’s finest two hours, as a seedy private detective drawn to the money. Screenwriter Robert Towne would never produce work of this caliber again, though perfection is a hard act to follow. Essential.
|Venue name:||The Rubin Museum of Art||Contact:|
150 W 17th St
|Cross street:||at Seventh Ave|
|Opening hours:||Mon, Thu 11am–5pm; Wed 11am–9pm; Fri 11am–10pm; Sat, Sun 11am–6pm|
|Transport:||Subway: 1 to 18th St|
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