After she threatens to reveal his dalliances with a pretty wee thing whom he romances and takes to the theatre, a respected shopkeeper played by Charles Laughton kills his wife and makes it look like an accident, in this competent melodrama that has a few memorable noir thrills, particularly a Rope-like scene involving a hastily concealed body, but the movie never tells you why you should be sympathetic towards this monster or why you should care less about his being caught or not until the final punchline when the film, and the man, regains a moral compass.
★★★☆☆
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