The primary intention of "Trixie" is to have fun in the hard-boiled detective genre without casting aside the familiar, colorful characters or tangled plot complications. It's about larceny, love, language. Screwball noir, if you will.

But mostly it's about a woman named Trixie Zurbo. About her struggle to succeed at something... anything. About her sense of truth. You can try and pull the wool over her face, but you can't lie about the truth.

People pick on her speech, her point of view, her idiosyncratic logic. She's aware of this, she knows that life is no bed of gravy. But that's okay, she doesn't want to be treated with golden gloves.

Nowadays, who's truthful anyway? Facts don't tell the whole story, they leave out life's mysteries. Politicians, businessmen, observers of the scene make their livings through distortion. Maybe only lovers and poets speak the truth, saying what's in their hearts and on their minds. Trixie does this too, even though her tongue may be a little further from her brain that most. But that's why I summoned her, why I salute her and why I deem her worthy of a standing observation.

- Alan Rudolph