Parallel lives: Jamie Smith and Irene Kane in Killer's Kiss (dir. Stanley Kubrick, 1955).
Low-budget city drama with some stunning camerawork (e.g., the famous scene in the mannequin warehouse, and the "Watch Your Step" staircase sequence). The most interesting thing about the story is the brittle relationship between the two leads: being your typically emotionally negligent noir protagonists, they are so not there for each other at a crucial moment; and yet, both are so able to get over it. Kind of a heartening life model, or an anemic one, depending on your standards.
Labels: Stanley Kubrick