(Plex/Prime/VOD) Adapted from the groundbreaking Dorothy B. Hughes novel, Nicolas Ray’s film is less of an examination of PTSD and toxic masculinity than that of a melodramatic noir of a distrustful couple. It’s a completely different beast, but no less powerful, mostly because Ray was contractually obligated to make the film with his recent ex-wife Gloria Grahame, who he divorced because he caught her in bed with his 13-year-old son, whom she later married. (Yes, really. )

It’s a gorgeous, sad, film that utilizes Bogart’s charisma and volatility, while also leveraging some pitch-perfect production design, and puts post-WWII emotions on display.