Asphalt
Cop/mama's boy gets first taste of poontang from the wrong gal. City streets, shadows, and sexual obsession: this one packs more of what you're watching noir for. Story is told with minimal titles. Perhaps titles have been lost, but I prefer to believe that filmmakers were confident that audiences were mature enough to follow what was shown - without the need for spelling out every “Danke” and “Nein”. This 1995 edition sports superb music by Karl-Ernst Sasse, that fittingly provides strong hints of the “Habanera” aria from Bizet's opera Carmen. And the lovers' theme brings to mind Brecht/Weill's lesser-known "Ballade Von Der Sexuellen Hörigkeit (Ballad Of Sexual Obsession)"