A man (Young) comes round after a car accident, and realises that a perfect crime is now possible: any movie with this scene can't fail. From this halfway point, the anxious mood of this rare noir thriller thickens fast, with specialities in its whiff of a James M Cain world in which women literally explode: 'She was a special kind of dynamite neatly wrapped in nylon and silk... But I was powder shy' says Robert Young. Jane Greer and Susan Hayward in turn tempt Young (a spineless louse) from his rich wife (Johnson). We know he's wretched, but is he guilty of murder? No prizes for guessing the pulpy symbolism of a palomino stallion 'with a weakness for sugar'. DMacp.