Author Archives: Christa Faust

I think I’m suffering from flashback whiplash after watching The Locket. It all starts when a wedding is interrupted by the bride’s ex-husband, a morose British psychiatrist. He wants to warn the new groom about the seemingly angelic Nancy and… Read More

When I found out that the two movies on last night’s Gothic Noir double bill were all Victorian bustles and corsets, I figured, how Noir can they really be? The answer, one unequivocal yes and one resounding no. So Evil… Read More

Unfortunately, I had to duck out of this show at the halfway mark so I missed the interview with Ann Robinson and the second feature Blueprint for Murder. However, your intrepid girl-reporter will be back in the saddle for tonight’s… Read More

I think I’m safe in saying that last night’s William Castle double feature, Hollywood Story and Undertow, was the best so far. Long before Castle was electrifying asses during showings of The Tingler, he was a Hollywood jack of all… Read More

Last night’s double bill at the LA Film Noir Festival was Red Light and Johnny Angel. First, a confession. I’m not a George Raft fan, despite the fact that he grew up in Hell’s Kitchen like I did. Muller really… Read More

The first night of the LA Film Noir Festival played to a sold out house. It really warms my hardboiled heart to see so many people coming out to support the preservation of what Czar of Noir Eddie Muller calls… Read More

It’s time for the annual LA Film Noir Festival at the Egyptian Theater and your not-so-humble narrator will be there, reporting from ringside. You heard right, Faustketeers, I’ll be attending every single show again. This year’s line up looks amazing,… Read More

It’s that time again, kids. Time for your monthly vintage shoe porn. This is a gorgeous but well-worn pair of peep-toe, sling-back platforms from the 1940s. Black leather with triangular cutouts and contrasting red insets. Handmade by “Beleganti.”

I’ve worn a nose ring for more than 20 years. I stuck a sharpened earring through my left nostril way back in the old punk rock days and I’ve worn the same tiny steel ring for more than half those… Read More

I’ve invented a new game for writers called Genre Roulette. To kick off today’s MWA cross-genre fiction panel, I typed up a few dozen genre and sub-genre labels and dropped them into a paper bag. I made each of my… Read More