The story comes from an early-Fifties novel by Charles Williams, a dead ringer for any number of direct translations or approximate paraphrases of the works of James M. Cain: it's conventional, in other words, all the way, unless you can count having a wicked blonde and a demure brunette as a refreshing reversal of the kind of iconography documented by Leslie Fiedler in Love and Death in the American Novel. Dennis Hopper, the director, approaches this story with roughly the enthusiasm and creative freedom of a book designer assigned to do the cover art on the latest series of hard-boiled reprints. Don Johnson, Virginia Madsen, Jennifer Connelly. (1990) — Duncan Shepherd
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