Especially notable for presenting not-so-young upstart Heston as a thoroughly detestable lunkhead. A total prick, in fact, whose bogus redemption is rushed and absurd. Lizabeth Scott is a codependent wreck. It is creepy and dispiriting, but that was them times. There is still something about this film I like. I always like the noirs that suggest that the men who emerge from war are often broken, awful casks.