Ah, now isn't that something? The absolute simplicity is delicious; an actor, a prop and a light throwing shadows. Nearly effortlessly it expresses explorations in power, individual freedom, anger, fear, and hesitation in one frame of film. Can there ever be enough films with visual themes such as these? For me, hell no.
From I Wake Up Screaming (1941); directed by H. Bruce Humberstone; cinematography by Edward Cronjager.