Surely the Cornell Woolrich book doesn't unfold in the way this adaptation does, starting enterprisingly with a chump (perhaps in the book a traumatised drug-addled chump?) landing a job as a driver for a ruthless crime boss - a surprisingly ruthless crime boss, for 1947 - but, after a brief noone-believes-him moment a la The Lady Vanishes and a false murder charge a la a lot of other Hitchcock movies, about-facing in very confusing fashion - think a The Woman In The Window's it-was-all-a-dream type of about-face - rendering irrelevant all that has happened in the first half, a bit like saying to an audience halfway through a movie, "OK, forget all that...here's a quick rundown of what actually happened..."
★★★☆☆
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