If ever the fringe world of American noir was bottled up in hour bags and bands this were it. The essence of the style, the resonant espirit de noir.
A deeper consciousness of film noir, a ritual of film noir, a primal series of events that say noir and noir only in their connection and passing.
Greed, deceit, double identity, broken men, guilt and deception, and a cash lump sum of thousands.
Say are you scared of something?
Banking on a fraud and engrossing within its capacity for amazing coincidences, as true noir maybe need be, this is a subtle masterpiece guised as a universally plain style of cheapo noir, but there are resonances galore for the student of the style.