From the Treatment by director Michael McQuilken: We begin with classic/traditional B&W film noir tropes: hard angled light in a smokey disheveled office. An unshaven private eye, JON MORRIS, sits at a ridiculously cluttered desk. He is staring into space… no job, no woman, no luck, no cash — We’ve stepped into into a Billy Wilder film… THEN -- A knock at the door — The door looks as if it’s opening on it’s own — magically — in slow mo. There she stands: the classic Film Noir Widow, JULIA STILES: all in black - a tight 40’s dress, fishnets & low heels, black gloves, a mourning veil, a brimmed hat, a long cigarette in a holder. She doesn’t so much inhale the smoke from her cigarette as she fills her mouth and lets it slowly enwrap her face as it creeps out of her slightly opened lips. Dark red lips — the only color in a black and white world...
Vogue -- “A film noir–turns–twisted fairy-tale nightmare? Red lips and gold lamé? Yes please!”