Road to Perdition: Much Noire, So Wow!

     Road to Perdition is modern film noire, case closed. What? Confused that I didn't give an argument? I shouldn't have to because you should all realize this. To be noire you need to have a dark eerie feeling to the film, deadly ladies, death, smoking, booze, and fedoras. That may not be the exact definition of film noire but it is mine. Don't like it, too biased? Well that's too bad I'm sticking to it!

     Road to Perdition has a great dark feeling, that is obvious. It rains for at least 30% of the film and at key parts where rain would make the moment more intense. Another thing that adds to the dark feeling of the film is the title. Perdition means "Eternal Damnation" and almost every one who dies in this film in someway deserves damnation for what they did.

     Those who die in Road to Perdition that deserve damnation are everybody except Annie Sullivan and Peter Sullivan who died to signal the beginning of the journey. When they died Mike Sullivan and Michael Sullivan had to leave and run because they were no longer safe and their time on the road was their time on the road to perdition. Everyone else who died was damned from the start because they were killers, fraudsters, druggies, criminal masterminds and full on psychopaths. This includes (not chronologically seen) Mr. Rooney, Conner Rooney, that guy in the gentleman's club, gentleman's club guy's guard, those dudes in the warehouse full of barrels of booze, freaky camera assassin, feminine bank guy in bridal suite, Mr. Rooney's body guards,  and that's all I can remember. However, there is one more person I didn't mention, Mike Sullivan himself! After all he has done he deserves to die right? He fulfilled his mission to keep his son out of the gang life and died doing it because that was the icing on the please-don't-be-a-dirty-killer-like-your-old-man cake. Such a touching film.

     Sadly, I can't think of any deadly ladies in Road to Perdition, but there are plenty of booze and smoking. Many gangsters in the film have cigars and drink whiskey. Lastly, fedoras! 96% of men in this film have a fedora on and dress in  snazzy coats and suits. The ladies even have snazzy clothes from the swaggin 1930s.

     I think I've proved this movie is film noire and if I didn't, well it still is because any person in the right mind can see it. I suddenly have a craving for bacon; I want bacon, bye bye!