I’m trawling Spike Lee’s catalogue. Inside Man is wicked neo-Noir. The 40s whipsaw back into present reality and Denzel ends up a Black Bogart complete with crisp cream fedora. Femme Fatale Foster, Ms. White*, flips the color palette nicely — perhaps this is better termed a film blanche.

* cf Tilda Swinton in The Limits of Control. Lee and Jarmusch seem to dovetail — both were also behind the indie film movement in the 80s in NYC, and as we all know: two points is enough for a trendline.