This is a compact, ruminative, somewhat discursive essay on Chinatown (1974) that offers convincing insights into the film. There’s virtually no aspect he doesn’t examine — however momentarily. The film’s director and scenarist get serious and illuminating attention. The producer gets his due as well. The studio less so, which is a bit surprising because Chinatown is often heralded as the last great studio production.
Eaton notices patterns, repetitions — which he refers to as “rhymes” — and he is intelligently sensitive to point of view. There is almost no technical aspect he doesn’t touch, however lightly, and he has insightful things to say about cinematography, art direction, and costume design. A bit more about Jerry Goldsmith’s last-minute and mood-defining score would have been welcome (and deserved).
His observations on film noir are scattered throughout the text, but, as his essay is winding down, he writes something so clarifying as to seem obvious. I was annoyed that I hadn’t figured it out myself. It begins on page 56, where he notes that “Film noir is not a genre like the Western or the gangster film, instantly defined by location or the presence of conventional characters. Neither is it, like the detective or love story, defined by a particular pattern of narrative development[.]” Of course!
Depending on one’s level of interest in Chinatown, this can be either a quick read or a deep one. Either way, it is a decidedly pleasurable one.