This 3rd picture in my triple feature ('Gambling Hell','Shanghai Gesture') is the best. I just watched it again because the Mitchum/Russell combo just can't be beat. It's that side of the mouth delivery and inability to take things seriously that I love. I don't care how many people directed it, it's a wonderful movie.
Usually, when a director more or less disowns his work, you should expect nothing but the worst. Here, not so much. It may not be soaked with Von Sternberg's creative juices, but it still has a strong duo (How can any one denounce the suave badassery that is ROBERT FUCKING MITCHUM), some decent direction and is also mercifully short. If you're in the mood for good noir melodrama, then check it out.
A hot mess of course and less bizarrely entertaining than HIS KIND OF WOMAN (lacking Vincent Price), but Mitchum & Russell manage to make it sexier. Von Sternberg tries to Dietrich-up Russell in nightclubs and lace, which is kind of cheap but doesn't do her any particular discredit. Hughes' hack job editing & perverse fascinating with getting Mitchum shirtless in/on boats is clearly evident. Good photography & fun.