An interestingly laconic, if not a bit lifeless, paranoid thrilled from Lang. There's an endearing middle-aged frumpiness about the film's moralistic narrative thread, but it's under-explored once the murder cover-up begins. I suppose that tone is what led to the casting of Robinson, however I would have preferred someone a bit more manic to really sell the tension and encroaching dread of being caught.
Weaker entry from Lang that compromises itself with its final scene in a way that makes the rest of the film seem like a slap in the face. Only thing missing was Dorothy saying '..and you were there too...". An o.k. performance by Robinson outshone by Joan Bennett and Raymond Massey. Atmospheric but the coincidences in such a cautionary tale seem ridiculous at times, and again such a terrible finale.
Fritz Lang, you're diabolical. This is one of the best audience experiences I've ever had with noir - not only suspenseful and paranoid but also very very funny, especially how Robinson always manages to get into one damn thing after another. This is pure emotional manipulation, almost on par with Psycho.