Foggy San Francisco, along with Los Angeles and New York is one of the best locations in the world for examples of the dark and mysterious genre known as film noir (black film). The following are some of the many images of film noir with San Francisco locations.
Arthur Franz, the “Sniper” runs up the rickety wooden Filbert Steps of Telegraph Hill after shooting another woman to death with his scope rifle. “This is developing into a very bad habit!!!!” This 1952 movie amazes me for its frankness of the subject matter, and its weird attempt to show understanding for this creep at the film’s ending. It’s also an extremely interesting movie; have a shot at it sometime. (Oooohhhh, Tim!) The wooden steps were replaced in the 1970’s, and the old warehouse below the steps, in the 1980’s.
A cab pulls up to Pier 5 on the Embarcadero with Tom Conway, the “Falcon” inside in the 1945 thriller ‘The Falcon in San Francisco’.
The Falcon putting the moves on a female suspect in front of Pier 5:
Stefanie Powers, nearly being run over on her way to 25th and Clement to be kidnapped by Ross Martin, in one of the last great film noir movies to be filmed in San Francisco, ‘Experiment in Terror’ from 1962.
Burritt Alley, where Sam Spade’s partner Miles Archer was “done in” by Brigid O’Shaughnessy in the Maltese Falcon, as depicted in the Humphrey Bogart film, and the actual alley. The red-brown colored building at the far left was not there when the book was written, and was the empty lot where Miles body rolled down to Stockton Street.
“Hi ya, Babe!”
“Get lost, creep!”
Not from a noir movie, but that girl in the Fred Lyon picture reminds me of Lauren Bacall. This flower stand was, and still is in front of the old I Magnin Store, now Louis Viutton across from Union Square.
I love it when I find an old Film Noir flicker with terrific San Francisco locations! Here, Glenn Ford approaches the Lefty O’Dould Bridge as the gates close in the 1949 crime thriller ‘Mr. Soft Touch’ He’s being chased by the “Mob” after robbing one of their casinos. That’s AT&T Park in the background now instead of the ship.
Ford smashes through the gate without stopping.
The drawbridge rises forcing the mobsters to give up the chase. This was another hairy stunt you couldn’t get permission for today; if that car doesn’t stop, the driver goes over the edge!
Ford makes his getaway as the drawbridge rises behind him.
Ford’s lost the gangsters chasing him, but now he has the police after him. In the next scene, he’s in North Beach turning onto Union Street from Kearny.
He then turns right into Varennes Alley; not geographically coordinated with the previous scene, but that’s Hollywood.
Ford stops halfway down Varennes Alley and drops stolen money into a garbage can, five hundred thousand dollars, right around here. Where is that garbage can? WHERE IS THAT GARBAGE CAN????
Ford exits the alley at Union Street with the cops hot on his trail.
Well, at least they didn’t get it!






The Sansome Street entrance to BART:
“Here, Buddy Boy. This BART arrest is on me.” I’ve been riding BART since it opened, and I don’t remember ever being able to get a ticket by feeding coins into the gates! Besides, they’re police officers conducting a drug bust; I don’t think that they have to pay!
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Closing the deal.
Busted!
One of the bad guys bolts for the exit with “Buddy Boy” hot on his tail!
The bad guy gets Michael Douglas to drop his gun on the stairs by taking a hostage at knife point on the BART escalator. No Officer would do that today, and it’s unlikely any would have back then.
But Mike’s not giving up.
“You’re going down, dude!”
“Buddy Boy” takes down the knife wielding bad guy after a violent struggle. After everything is over, a concerned citizen asks if he can be of help. The look on Michael Douglas’s face tells it all.
Off to jail. That’s 575 Market Street today under construction in the background of the TV show image.
The marvelous Sutro Baths, and all that’s left today.
Point Lobos, before and after Sutro’s :
A wonderful image from John Martini’s book ‘Sutro’s Glass Palace’ of what the bathhouse looked like inside: That railing the lady is leaning against might have been the same spot where Eli Wallach gets a little pushy in some images you’ll see in a moment.
In the 1950’s, the swimming pools were converted to an ice skating rink.
Sutro’s burned down in June of 1966. That’s the Louis Restaurant on the right. It’s been there since 1937, and is one of my main pit stops for breakfast when I’m in the area.
The ruins of the Sutro Bath House; gone forever.
It’s still the best look at Sutro’s you’ll ever get. When Eli Wallach tries to convince the head of organized crime, “The Man” who’s confined to a wheelchair, why he’s coming up short on a heroin shipment deal in the 1958 film ‘The Lineup’, “The Man” slaps him, and tells him, You’re dead!”. Not a good idea! Eli kicks him through the rail to his death on the ice skating rink below, taking out a skater, as well.
Union Square at Christmas in the 1920’s and in 2014:
Not quite as festive as the 1930’s, but not a bad go at it!
The old Emporium Store, now Bloomingdale’s on Market Street.
Two views of the legendary City of Paris Department Store Christmas tree, from above and below: Neiman Marcus, which took over the location when the old department store was demolished, has an impressive Christmas tree in the same spot where the old rotunda was.
“MAIL EARLY” Yeah, especially if it’s my present! The old Conservatory of Flowers Building in Golden Gate Park in the late 1930’s. This seems like an odd place to advertise this holiday message.
The old Pacific Avenue fire station at Osgood Alley in North Beach, and 18th Street fire station in the Sunset District:
22nd and Mission in the heart of the “Miracle Mile” in the 1950’s: The Rexall is now Popeye’s Chicken, but there’s still a Market where the New Mission Market was.
The Union Square Garage at Christmastime, what Herb Caen used to refer to as a “Sorry / full situation”.
What the “Hyde Street Grip” at Christmastime should look like according to Thomas Kinkade, and what the “Hyde Street Grip” at Christmastime looks like.