Every era gets the noir it deserves. In the 1940s and 1950s, alienated war vets found themselves in a sanitized land of top-down conformity, struggling against gentlemen’s agreements and outlawed passions. In the awkward aughts and 2010s, noir has lurched forward into a time when formerly rock-solid institutions and infrastructure have either collapsed or morphed into something unrecognizable. Noir is no longer about the damaged soul rebelling against a clearly defined system; it’s about the damaged soul confronting the realities of a world with no central power, authority, or narrative. Everyone is equal parts friend and enemy, especially oneself.